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letra de usa - kasean

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[intro]
(yeah, yeah b-tch)
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)

[chorus]
step in balenci’, the hoes start jumpin’
know you a thot, told the b-tch can’t love you
i get to, shooting this b-tch undercover
what’s on the jeans, told the b-tch undercover
u.s.a jacket, the colors like drummond
choppa, keep shooting this b-tch like it’s drummin’
know that i stay in this b-tch with my brother
know that i stay in this b-tch with my kutta

[verse]
i had a whole lotta hoes in the spot, okay
look like the show sold out
n-gga try to play with the gang, but he must’ve forgot
we had to punch that bot
we had to punch that p-ssy, bad b-tch, punch that p-ssy (eugh)
twin don’t play, don’t push him
b-tch i don’t ball like no rookie
you want the swag, come book me
you want the swag, can’t take it
rock margiela the maison baby
you know i bool with the facеs
i just be smoking on za pack, you know i keep it in cases
punk b-tch gon’ have to guard up
you bеtter tie up them laces
[chorus]
step in balenci’, the hoes start jumpin’
know you a thot, told the b-tch can’t love you
i get to, shooting this b-tch undercover
what’s on the jeans, told the b-tch undercover
u.s.a jacket, the colors like drummond
choppa, keep shooting this b-tch like it’s drummin’
know that i stay in this b-tch with my brother
know that i stay in this b-tch with my kutta
i’m tryna ball out, i shoot it like b-tter
freak lil’ b-tch, tryna get in my covers
trash ass n-ggas, all y’all gotta suffer
b-tch ass chop got a d-, no rubber

[build-up]
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)

[chorus]
step in balenci’, the hoes start jumpin’
know you a thot, told the b-tch can’t love you
i get to, shooting this b-tch undercover
what’s on the jeans, told the b-tch undercover
u.s.a jacket, the colors like drummond
choppa, keep shooting this b-tch like it’s drummin’
know that i stay in this b-tch with my brother
know that i stay in this b-tch with my kutta
[verse]
i had a whole lotta hoes in the spot, okay
look like the show sold out
n-gga try to play with the gang, but he must’ve forgot
we had to punch that bot
we had to punch that p-ssy, bad b-tch, punch that p-ssy (eugh)
twin don’t play, don’t push him
b-tch i don’t ball like no rookie

[outro]
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)

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