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letra de faggots - kuntfetish

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[pre-chorus]
play wit’ my money and i’m on your ass, b-tch
don’t want you b-tches, you b-tches is catfish
i post a pic, but your b-tch double tap it
do a lot of things, i’m not just a rap b-tch
she get on top and she told me to smack it
i tell her no, you b-tches is f-ggots

[chorus]
i woke up high, i don’t relapse, b-tch
i woke up high, i don’t relapse, b-tch
i woke up high, i don’t relapse, b-tch
i woke up high, i don’t relapse, b-tch
i don’t relapse, b-tch
i don’t relapse, b-tch
i don’t relapse, b-tch
i don’t relapse, b-tch
[post-chorus]
why you tryna split a bean? i need the whole thing
why you tryna sip the syrup? you ‘on’t even lean
why you wanna get with me? b-tch, i be cheatin’
you shoulda listened when they told you about me

[verse]
stick a move, don’t try to get around
tread lightly, lil’ b-tch, i don’t think you wanna drown
how you stay rough with me, b-tch, you never been down
got a bad b-tch with me, yeah, she from out of town
look in the mirror, i’m checkin’ my lipstick
i got the strap, so i walk with a limp, b-tch
worry ’bout you, b-tch, don’t worry ’bout me
put this on your tongue, try not to od
i got the map, just needed the key
i got the words, just needed the beat
finna sl-t this b-tch out
b-tches want clout, i put d-ck in they mouth
got a bad b-tch, yeah, she from the south
she f-ck me good while i chill on the couch
she cook for me, i ain’t missin’ no meals
she tweakin’ out, i told her be still

[pre-chorus]
play wit’ my money and i’m on your ass, b-tch
don’t want you b-tches, you b-tches is catfish
i post a pic, but your b-tch double tap it
do a lot of things, i’m not just a rap b-tch
she get on top and she told me to smack it
i tell her no, you b-tches is f-ggots
[chorus]
i woke up high, i don’t relapse, b-tch
i woke up high, i don’t relapse, b-tch
i woke up high, i don’t relapse, b-tch
i woke up high, i don’t relapse, b-tch
i don’t relapse, b-tch
i don’t relapse, b-tch
i don’t relapse, b-tch
i don’t relapse, b-tch

[post-chorus]
why you tryna split a bean? i need the whole thing
why you tryna sip the syrup? you ‘on’t even lean
why you wanna get with me? b-tch, i be cheatin’
you shoulda listened when they told you about me

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