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letra de hiya - la socket x asian doll

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[verse 1: la socket]
i just pulled up in a fast car
we move around like its nascar
pay how you want i take cash, card
stack in the back of this motherf-cking blaspher
local n-gg-s, we broke, so i send a pack far
gettin extorted, why you selling gas for?
i can’t even remember what n-gg- is ask for
f-ck a deal, we ain’t serving them sh-t
i’m tryna go kick in the back door
move on a n-gg- with a stick
police slide ain’t saying sh-t
in the trap [?]
took it like a b-tch (took it like a b-tch)
pop out lil asian, like what the occasion
i’m tryna go home to invasion
why do these n-gg-s be fakin
pop it and stick it and put him in box like a raisin
i’m not much of a fighter
but i move around in that fire
and no i’m not talking about lighter
run to your block, with a hunid round top
and that motherf-cker sings like a choir
packaging up in a store, and we selling em up like [?]
call me a buyer
bridge touch down in his water
brick-like karate like hiya hiya

[verse 2: asian doll]
hoes wanna sneak diss
beat it when i see a b-tch
flooded on my wrist
why your p-ssy gon seasick
b-tch tuna pull up like its li-ming quick
baby gas me hoes they don’t know sh-t
thinkin you bad
choppa gon blast
pop out like checks
pop out like tags
chasin these b-tches they throwing the flag
young b-tch savage, raw
aye, aye
talk my sh-t
thought you was a dog tried to walk that b-tch
i don’t need a cross to take off your sh-t
same hoe diss used to wear my sh-t, aye
pop out
rock out
wished when i dropped out
my homies be murdered and trap by the trap house
fornigee, keke, ladray and labooth
free all my soldiers that ops on a lose
say you gone snipe me, b-tch
do what you do
see you in the streets
had your channel on mute
boo that b-tch back
camel, aye
b-tches that want no static, aye
p-ssy -ss n-gg- on some hoe sh-t
treat him like a fan
when he approaches me i don’t know sh-t
i could walk around in a field in a coat b-tch
now push up in a cart, where my swag drip
i don’t gotta talk, i be looking like a bad b-tch
hoe keep lame, ya’ll be hating on some sad sh-t
baby daddy he a average
any b-tch would be rich is savage (gang)

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