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letra de gimme a beat - kash kyla

[chorus]
somebody gimme a beat
so i could show rap b-tches who not to play with
i know some b-tches who say they dont like me
i can bet money im still on they playlist
b-tches ain’t [?] my light if they tried to
they should be calling me late cuz i stay lit
i like my n—-s to come with some money
but u not doing sh-t im not okay with
they wanna know what i got in my purse
a couple of thousand and prolly my pistol
all of my haters got d-cks in their pants
i wish you n—-s get that outcha system
none of my exes was even my type
won’t even call em, pretend like i miss em
finna start treating these hoes like my sons
i wouldn’t dead treat a ho like a sister

[verse 1]
u chasin a n—a and not in yo bag
i be the b-tch who gon get on yo ass
im the type b-tch leave a n—a alone
u be the b-tch who ignoring the flags
i can tell u what i got going on
u prolly tell b-tches i like to brag
why do these b-tches be callin me friend?
but hate when i win, whats really the gag?
aight
rain the cake he put cream in the middle
im a five star meal, he dont need a mcgriddle
scared to pick a side, so you squeeze in the middle
still loyal to b-tches who i ain’t seen in a little
if u on my lvl do u dreaming a little
this p-ssy dope i know u feening a little
these rappers suck ima screaming a little
say “please” and i might let em breathe for a little
[chorus]
somebody gimme a beat
so i could show rap b-tches who not to play with
i know some b-tches who say they dont like me
i can bet money im still on they playlist
b-tches ain’t [?] my light if they tried to
they should be calling me late cuz i stay lit
i like my n—-s to come with some money
but u not doing sh-t im not okay with
they wanna know what i got in my purse
a couple of thousand and prolly my pistol
all of my haters got d-cks in their pants
i wish you n—-s get that outcha system
none of my exes was even my type
won’t even call em, pretend like i miss em
finna start treating these hoes like my sons
i wouldn’t dead treat a ho like a sister

[verse 2]
ay look
u hoes won’t pop cuz u hate too much
i give u props cuz i play too much
when it come to me these hoes can’t do much
i seen your price, ho it ain’t too much
i speak in public, but i can’t do touch
im giving them something and it ain’t two f-cks
this glock on me, just in case you bug
my zippers down, just in case u suck
i hurt this one n—a feelings
so i could put this in a song, im heartless
i know some n—-s who dont want my foot in they door
tell em im gettin money regardless
i know some b-tches who playin it cool
cuz they want a feature, but f-ck it im chargin
im not the b-tch who gon play on the internet
dont u make me pull up to them apartments
b-tch
[chorus]
somebody gimme a beat
so i could show rap b-tches who not to play with
i know some b-tches who say they dont like me
i can bet money im still on they playlist
b-tches ain’t [?] my light if they tried to
they should be calling me late cuz i stay lit
i like my n—-s to come with some money
but u not doing sh-t im not okay with
they wanna know what i got in my purse
a couple of thousand and prolly my pistol
all of my haters got d-cks in their pants
i wish you n—-s get that outcha system
none of my exes was even my type
won’t even call em, pretend like i miss em
finna start treating these hoes like my sons
i wouldn’t dead treat a ho like a sister

..and i told u hoes i ain’t yo mothaf-ckin ken
and i ain’t yo mothaf-ckin friend..
and if i say sum sh-t behind yo back come stand in front me
so i can say it again, wassup?
wassup, yea, wassup

- kash kyla

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