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letra de metajumper ft. ways - kynlary

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[verse 1: kynlary]

that sh-t you got, it could spill on the floor

that sh-t ain’t nun’ to me

let’s go

that boy try to run, he got hit with that fye’

try to set sh-t up, we gon’ ball that boy ass

and me and [?] gon’ come out with twin

no, i’m not sittin’ with trix for kids

n-gga’s be p-ssy, what? over some b-tches?

i don’t wanna hear her sob story

while she sippin’ at night

turn on the lights, i [?] exist, it’s [?]

hit the back, that lil’ hoe [?]
jump off the porch, there’s another dimension

why you sad? just go in the kitchen

what is she watching? cory kenshin

you praying to god, but you know he [?] listen

i’m [?] my world, i’m sorry

me and ways hoppin’ in robberies

she hate calling my name for you

them two-strands too tight for you

just get out yo’ head, you going insane

what a [?], spеnt 10 on the [?]

why the fine sh-t wanna f-ck up hеr new j’s?

girl had a time to waste

i’m in the rari with ways
i’m in the rari with ways

dumbass b-tch wanna try and got faced

missing too much, my money on [?]

so many people wanna act for days

better stop flexing, yo’ sh-ts is fake

bad as f-ck, i’m [?] out with tay

hoe better chill out, i beat a whole case

n-gga be [?], the f-ck, [?]

when a [?] love, she know how it taste

and when she leave, she ain’t have nun’ to say

she want me to believe? get the f-ck out the way

and you teasing for what? ain’t getting no p-ssy

shut the f-ck up, lil’ b-tch you a rookie
[verse 2: ways]

yuh–yuh’

i’m tryna f-ck on this lil’ b-tch and make her my main

i’m on the table, we smokin’ that [?]

you talkin’ mad sh-t, then this [?] gon’ bang

take her to [?], just take off the [?]

walk inna’ chase, and i’m pulling out bank

yeah, bad lil’ hoe see me and she feint

i’m in ny with the whole d-mn gang

i’m in ny with my motherf-ckin’ brothers

i chill wit’ shooters and motherf-ckin’ cutters

shot to the face, that’s [?]

push up first, seen the [?], they runnin’

her booty, it clappin’ like thunder

you countin’ ones, i’m counting hundreds

kicking sh-t like a nfl punter

we in the o, got h-lla’ bad hoes, got [?] over

[?] the squad, [?] the gang, i follow the code

pull up on yo’ block, we lettin’ out shots, don’t aim for the toes

yeah, i got a new thot, she give me some top in the brand new rolls

yeah, i’m lettin’ my lil’ choppa eat, yeah, remember them nights i ain’t sleep

now i’m rockin’ the [?] cheese, yeah, she don’t give a f-ck bout’ me

yeah, she don’t give a f-ck bout’ you

i’m in the ferrari coupe

i know yo’ hoe gon’ choose

she gon’ come f-ck with the crew

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