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letra de wtw - kiddsaif

(intro)

(ooo)

(f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck)

(f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck)
(fu— f-ck you, saif!)

[chorus]
i was geeked up in the crib, like, lil’ b-tch, what you wanna do? f-ckin’ on your little thot, when i’m done, i buy her food
my balenci g came in, i might mix it with the trues
like, you can say i’m not the best, but you know that’s the f-cking truth

[verse 1]
like, what’s the word? what’s the word?
hit them up, we finna splurge
we take ’em down like it’s a purge
i’m with your b-tch she make it work
bad hoes geekin’ off of percs
slide up b’more, get ’em hurt
i might pour up for dessert
balenciaga on my shirt (on my shirt)
i’m—i’m with moon, countin’ blues, poppin’ h-lla tags
i just took his little ho, he can’t get hеr back
i hop out at the truck, like a tire, wе all wearing black
b-tch, i love my glocks, them boy twins, like cody and zack
(cody and zack)

[verse 2]
(oh my god), like cody and zack
that’s facts, i’m stacked
old b-tch, she wack (on god)
new [?], tomorrow, told that b-tch to pack her bags (pack her bags)
new sticks, new hollows, tell that boy we playing tag

like, send some shots off
i’m gon’ get him knocked off
hop out at the black truck
we gon’ blow his tops off
left my b-tch, she pop soft
my b-tch h-lla bad
shopping spree, like h-lla tags
new [?], she can’t be sad (ooo)

[chorus]
i was geeked up in the crib, like, lil’ b-tch, what you wanna do? f-ckin’ on your little thot, when i’m done, i buy her food
new balenci g came in, i might mix it with the trues
like, you can say i’m not the best, but you know that’s the f-cking truth
(that’s the f-cking truth)
[outro]
(f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck)

- kiddsaif

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