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letra de hey sexyy - li rye

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[intro]
(shoutout to aj)
(aj, what you cookin’?)

[chorus]
i got some new opps in my lungs, these n-ggas strong as f-ck
can’t lie, i woulda been cut that b-tch off, she take too long to f-ck
i’m out in cali banging 26, b-tch, i throw it up
i sip some lean and it ain’t wock’, i’ll probably throw it up

[verse 1]
uh, i’m on too many percs, that’s why i’m throwing up
so lit right now, i’ll call my ex and make that b-tch come l!ck it up
uh, we got so many sticks in this b-tch right now, they can’t f-ck with us
to catch all these hoes on my d-ck right now, might need a school bus
skrrt, vroom, back it up
grrt, vroom, back it up
keep pourin’, that b-tch ain’t black enough
still going, ’cause i ain’t stack enough
keep talking, and i’m smacking her
now, b-tch, go call your brother
grrt, boom, boom, boom, bah, leave him like the others
grrt, boom, boom, boom, bah

[interlude]
i’m just finna talk my sh-t real quick, aight?
[verse 2]
on your story dissin’, but in my dm d-ck ridin’
i don’t understand you n-ggas, but it ain’t me, so i just keep silent
we locked in for life, but on my mama, i know jb solid
’til the day i leave this earth, i know my brother riding
my cousin told on him, you know what that mean, don’t it?
i gotta whack my blood behind my n-gga and i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll pull up with my pistol showing, b-tch, i ain’t got it tucked
they keep dissing, we keep spinning, i don’t think that they had enough
on your partner ‘nem i’m p-ssing, i don’t care ’bout them dead f-cks
grrt, boom, that’s another head bust
we the ones that terrorize the streets, that’s why they scared of us
i know my brother bang for me, i knocked off three like, “n-gga, what?”
i’d diss your dead partner in your face like, “n-gga, what?”
don’t ever put my gun on safety or i’ma think you scared to bust
b-tch, we locked in forever, built this sh-t based off of trust
if that’s my dog, he know i got him, i hold him up just like a crutch
i wanna f-ck on s-xyy red, i can’t even lie, that b-tch my crush
we at pound town off a perc’, i got ho asking “can i nut?”
no, i don’t care about who hit her first, long as i rearrange her guts
don’t suck my d-ck, b-tch, if you lame, i hate when hoes don’t l!ck my nuts
from cali shoot to vegas, the shoe was tagged and it’s a must
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas like i’m racist, hang your ass like i’m in the klux

[chorus]
i got some new opps in my lungs, these n-ggas strong as f-ck
can’t lie, i woulda been cut that b-tch off, she take too long to f-ck
i’m out in cali banging 26, b-tch, i throw it up
i sip some lean and it ain’t wock’, i’ll probably throw it up
[outro]
(aj, what you cookin’?)

- li rye

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