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letra de cfa on sunday - lil dre6o

[chorus]
do you wanna drive the whip? i hit the gas, f-ck up the gear
bro code, no, i can’t let her get around, she can’t get near
lonzo, think i play for the bulls the way i shoot the clip
i don’t care ’bout where this ho go, know she gotta get up outta here
set me up, oh no, i can’t go, gon’ shoot her off the rip
let a n-gga say where i can’t go, gon’ post up by myself
know we gon’ come through that b-tch every day
you want me to trust you, then on a sunday, bring me chick-fil-a

[verse]
hold on, actin’ like you pregnant when you ain’t, that sh-t won’t make me stay
hold on, i just rollеd a grabba when i woke up, we call it wakе and bake
i might use his beat, but i won’t never go back to section 8
them lil’ boys ain’t who you wanna be, so let me set you straight
n-gga must ain’t heard of us, runnin’ laps around the city
last opp we caught, it was man down, he got hit up with glizzy
n-gga got caught with his pants down for trustin’ all these b-tches
q50 in sport, we come down your block and slide the honda civic
ride with b-solid, he gon’ crank and sh-t, just give us five minutes
n-gga new sh-t ain’t even better than my old sh-t, time tickin’
rich ballers, i know a n-gga got more than thirty-five million
no b-tch problems, know i done cut off every ho that tried me
say you gon’ do what? if i don’t k!ll you, what would i be?
evil n-gga, i might kidnap your dog and feed him brownies, that’s just a warning
arp when i’m performin’
ho don’t slide, we might shoot up the funeral, don’t care about you mournin’
i don’t know what you used to, but over here, we do sh-t different, uh
n-gga tried to cross me out, i knew that you wasn’t with it
say what? she had tried to leave because my lifestyle too expensive
when you let dg get inside your head, that sh-t f-ck up your mental
[chorus]
do you wanna drive the whip? i hit the gas, f-ck up the gear
bro code, no, i can’t let her get around, she can’t get near
lonzo, think i play for the bulls the way i shoot the clip
i don’t care ’bout where this ho go, know she gotta get up outta here
set me up, oh no, i can’t go, gon’ shoot her off the rip
let a n-gga say where i can’t go, gon’ post up by myself
know we gon’ come through that b-tch every day
you want me to trust you, then on a sunday, bring me chick-fil-a (hold on)

- lil dre6o

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