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letra de sedated - kreek

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(chorus)

come over a n-gga tryna thrax that
if my n-ggas want that she get passed back
i can’t f-ck with n-ggas they get left back
ima slide onnat b-tch like a leftback
if this b-tch wan f-ck she get rotated
glocks with switches, this b-tch never outdating
i get neaky with b-tches, it’s x-rated
got him laced yeah that n-gga is sedated

(verse)

i’m sedated, yeah im faded
n-ggas tryna be different i ain’t changing
b-tches wanna see kreek it’s amazing
b-tches wanna see me its amazing
beat that p-ssy up, lookin like raisins
if that boy keep talking we erase him
if that boy keep talking wе gon lace him
i love money b-tch i chasе it
boy keep talkin we gave him a facelift

put salt on it too, i got fifties and hunnids too
i’m off my phone i don’t kick in a booth
i’m on my earphones, i’m making it smooth
b-tch on my body she givin me loof
f-ck up her p-ssy now she sayin oof
(uh, huh) (now she sayin oof)
(uh,huh) (now she sayin oof)
(uh,huh) (now she sayin oof)
(uh,huh) (this b-tch keep sayin oof)

(chorus)

come over a n-gga tryna thrax that
if my n-ggas want that she get passed back
i can’t f-ck with n-ggas they get left back
ima slide onnat b-tch like a leftback
if this b-tch wan f-ck she get rotated
glocks with switches, this b-tch never outdating
i get neaky with b-tches, it’s x-rated
got him laced yeah that n-gga is sedated

i’m sedated, yeah i’m faded

(verse)

ya b-tch, come get her
wrist, cold den a b-tch
rock out wit my stick yuh
b-tch im stampin sh-t

we’ll pull up on dat boi n split em like a thousand dollars
dat b-tch wan be my partner
im pouring to much im outta my drugs
i think i needa call my doctor
ion see why these n-ggas talking
got a glock in my hand ima pop it
if they give me a show ima rock it
take off on these bois like a rocket
ball on a n-gga like scotty(pipin)
follow a n-gga i got it
yeah
rko dat b-tch like randy
she a hoe give ha a plan b
come over that n-gga wan test that
yeah i walk wit a glock in my back pack
we’ll have dat boi duckin like aflack
all da drugs dat i take gotta heart attack
yeah my n-ggas gone aim where ur heart is at
lazer on em put em on da ground
hating n-ggas they can’t come around
i ride wit a hunnid thou
rock star yeah we going wild
foreign car wit a foreign crowd
b-tch bad she gon throw that sh-t back
rich swag ik u fw this babe

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