letra de ain't no fun - kalan.frfr.
[chorus]
so baby, won’t you pull with some b-tches for my n-ggas?
we got money, we got weed, if they fine we got liquor
all my dawgs real, i don’t know hoe n-ggas
and we got all b-tches, take ’em from them broke n-ggas
[post-chorus]
pull up with your homegirls, we at the bnb
we ain’t letting in no weak hoes, baby i’ma keep it g
want you to bring them freak hoes that go out every week
the ones mad at her man, go ahead and drink ya henn
the ones who got the benz, be like bad b-tches
p-ssy fire, finna buy that hoe a bag b-tches
love them fr-freaks that talk to mad b-tches
them thick b-tches or them skinny with the ass b-tches
[bridge]
pop that p-ssy, shawty show me how you do that
i’ma thugger baby, i get with the thugs
it’s gangster party, we brought all the guns
it ain’t a murda beat, but we brought all the drums in
f-ck your n-gga, we don’t care ‘bout who you f-ck with
we’ll rob him, you don’t want to go home? spend the night then
baby, we some real n-ggas we ain’t like them
gas your friend up like she need hype man
[chorus]
so baby, won’t you pull with some b-tches for my n-ggas?
we got money, we got weed, if they fine we got liquor
all my dawgs real, i don’t know hoe n-ggas
and we got all b-tches, take ’em from them broke n-ggas
[verse 1]
yeah, we from the trenches, but we like some diddy b-tches
keep your hair and nails done, pretty b-tches
pop that p-ssy for that snap and for that ig
pop that p-ssy for real n-gga like me yeah, yeah, yeah
dripped up, my whole fit givenchy
i’m that n-gga in the city so she want me
she heard i just went up a milli, so she on me
baby, pull up with your fine ass
she said, “it’s d’ussé in your cup, n-gga, where mines at?”
i see you kiss your homegirl, baby, where mines at?
i used to f-ck your homegirl, but it ain’t like that
oh, you like girls too? oh, yeah i like that
[bridge]
pop that p-ssy, shawty show me how you do that
i’ma thugger baby, i get with the thugs
it’s gangster party, we brought all the guns
it ain’t a murda beat, but we brought all the drums in
f-ck your n-gga, we don’t care ‘bout who you f-ck with
we’ll rob him, you don’t want to go home? spend the night then
baby, we some real n-ggas we ain’t like them
gas your friend up like she need hype man
[chorus]
so baby, won’t you pull with some b-tches for my n-ggas?
we got money, we got weed, if they fine we got liquor
all my dawgs real, i don’t know hoe n-ggas
and we got all b-tches, take ’em from them broke n-ggas
[verse 2]
said baby, what you want? we finna bust a bnb
you know we got them swipes so for everything go for the free
just meet me in the backroom, don’t let n0body see
said you was in the bathroom, don’t say you were with me
[post-chorus]
pull up with your homegirls, we at the bnb
we ain’t letting in no weak hoes, baby i’ma keep it g
want you to bring them freak hoes that go out every week
the ones mad at her man, go ahead and drink ya henn
the ones who got the benz, be like bad b-tches
p-ssy fire, finna buy that hoe a bag b-tches
love them fr-freaks that talk to mad b-tches
them thick b-tches or them skinny with the ass b-tches
[outro]
woah, woah, woah
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