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letra de fine lil shyt - koujas

[intro]
(what do you desire?)
hey (i’m tryna f-ck this-)
(yeah, now you rockin’ wit’ rada)
(i’m tryn’ f-ck his b-tch)

[verse 1]
i came in this bih’ wit’ a plan
i’m smokin’ za wit my mans (my brudda!)
i don’t give a f-ck what they sayin’
i ain’t never need no f-ckin’ handout
i’m keepin’ the bl!ck in the couch
and she wanna be my main but that’s out
i was f-ckin’ wit’ jayda and she had me stuck
but we fell out so it’s not love
you tried to lie to a f-ckin’ liar baby
so lil baby, now it’s up (it’s up!)
the feds raidin’ tryna get all my bruddas
you don’t even know ’bout the half of sh-t
i love the way that her ass sit
up in them jeans, it’s lit

[chorus]
i stayed down but you folded on me
yeah, it is what it is
i’m keepin’ that stick if they roll on me
and i’m tryna f-ck his b-tch
i thought it was real, you fold on me
you ain’t really ‘bout sh-t
you got a pretty face wit’ some pretty lies
but lil baby, that’s ’bout it
i’m scorin’ on pint, assist
and i’m tryna f-ck his b-tch
2 coffee cups full of red
movin’ slow like a zombie and sh-t
he countin’ seconds ’til his life over
it’s a box on the bl!ck, he dead quick
she the model type and she bad
that’s my fine lil’ shyt (desire)
[verse 2]
i’m fiendin’ for drugs, i look in the couch
tryna get you out that blouse
i get in my feelings, i roll up loud
and i’m tryna f-ck on his spouse
i can’t even lie, bae i miss you heavy
or maybe i miss who i thought you was
i’m on drugs, i’m sedated heavy
i thought it was some’ but it’s nun’
disrespecting me on socials
b-tch, you done lost ya’ mind
i done ran it up, b-tch i’m goin’ global
and i see the fake through the lines
where the opps at? they be hidin’
i’m tryna f-ck baby, what ya’ sign is?
they talkin’ that talk but ain’t doin’ no slidin’
we just threw a rack up in follies
yeah, i f-cked the hoe but she got mileage
i’m on perky pills, b-tch i’m wildin’
i’m posted up wit’ my brudda finesse
rada got the beat cryin’
i spent a band on this b-tch
i’m stupid, i done lost my head
dropped ’bout 500 on some tellys
but i wish i spent it on some meds
just do what you do and i’ll do what i do
i’m 10 times worse than you
you played me but i ain’t no fool
it’s always jokes on you
(it’s always jokes on you)
(i’m 10 times worse than you)
[chorus]
i stayed down but you folded on me
yeah, it is what it is
i’m keepin’ that stick if they roll on me
and i’m tryna f-ck his b-tch
i thought it was real, you fold on me
you ain’t really ‘bout sh-t
you got a pretty face wit’ some pretty lies
but lil baby, that’s ’bout it
i’m scorin’ on pint, assist
and i’m tryna f-ck his b-tch
2 coffee cups full of red
movin’ slow like a zombie and sh-t
he countin’ seconds ’til his life over
it’s a box on the bl!ck, he dead quick (desire)
she the model type and she bad
that’s my fine lil’ shyt

[outro]
that’s my fine lil’ shyt, that’s my fine lil’ shyt
(elegant music)

- koujas

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