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letra de robert k [clean] - lil bruh & them

you’re girls a short term rental, call her avis (ok)
she’s tryna switch teams like anthony davis (ooh)
i make her laugh and then cry and then come back wanting more
yeah she >treat me like a poem written by alfred lord (ooh)
you’re like an amateur playing tennis and not keeping score
you just a rebound makin her bored – mixed metaphors
i buy chanel bags b-tch, cuz my ho’s a ten (ten!)
you buy clothes at gap kids, cuz your ho is ten

(umm… what was that?)

six b-tches in my whip, goin zero to sixty (ok)
buncha b-tches in your whip ages zero to six, g (what!?)
i’m ballin and i’m driving right past the defender
you can’t even drive past the park – you’re a s-x offender (no!)
hit the no-look swing p-ss, i’m a larry bird p-sser;
you lookin at the swing set, uh; larry n-ssar (wow, no)
could take you to school, but once again that’d be illegal
take her picture, cops make you disappear, evan spiegel (hey, can we…)
my girl flew in first cl-ss, dressin beautifully
your girl flew-in-on bob..kraft’s jet, duty-free (jeez)
she’s 10 minutes from your house and 10 months away from p-b-rty
your vehicle seen within 10 yards, they alert the whole community!

(hey bro, are you sure you want to go with that? maybe go with something a little less libelous? about how you make more money than he does? or you’re a better rapper than he is?)
yea, 100
(okay, let’s hear it)

my girl’s a happy camper, when she’s with me she gets pampered (ok)
your girl’s a summer camper and you drop her off in pampers
(what? no. i said talk about his rapping ability.)

single b-tches ring my digits, all your b-tches single digits
single b-tches ring my digits, all your b-tches single digits
(what? what is this? there’s more? just finish the track already)

third base in little italy from chicken caccitore
you get third base with little league pitchers, stauatory (not ok)
take my girl to louis v, i buy the whole collection
you look up the skirts of mannequins inside the children’s section (thats horrible)
my girl came here through a c-suite connection
your girl came-here straight from her mother’s c-section! (not even clever)

you pick her up, no fumbling; yeah you wrap her up, rice dumpling (what?)
you got hands like jerry, no not rice, sandusky (ugh)
smooth criminal, pull a pretty young thing, yeah homie you the king of pop
my girl just wants a ring, your girl want a ring pop!

(we’ll try again next week)

- lil bruh them

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