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letra de solo cypher - lil kayla

look
these hoes not f-ckin with me n-gga on my momma blood

rip nut still remember everything you taught us
see us getting money now b-tch don’t call us
edd got all these hoes swearing they ballers
i been hitting the road for that sh-t and that’s on mommas

if you don’t f-ck with me then why the f-ck i’m being brought up?
ten bands down the drain, i’m trynna clean my lil charge up
saks fifth, and neiman marcus trynna swipe these cards up
i seen three of my n-ggas at nine star finna get caught up (d-mn)

we got hunnids we got fifties we got dubs in here
me and my b-tches dripped down b-tch it’s a flood in herе
between me and ty you know we got that mud in hеre, big blunts in here and if my n-ggas near you know it’s guns in here

what’s the tea? i heard you b-tches out here sharing bags
you hoes ain’t poppin in real life ya’ll taking care of tags
keeping receipts so ya’ll could take a pic and take it back
you gotta do all that? you should’ve left that sh-t where it was at, aye

i ain’t been f-cking with these n-ggas i been laying back
but its this one n-gga i want and we been playing tag
was too excited and f-cked it up, d-mn, that’s my bad
i ain’t gone ever f-ck it up again, he take me back
d-mn! i done let this n-gga turn me to a simp
stupid b-tch, what the f-ck you doing? posed to be a pimp
d-mn i slipped, f-ck a n-gga feelings posed to be keep it lit
player sh-t, on a n-gga get that d-ck and the you dip aye

could always have him in my court don’t get it wrong silly
but i ain’t trynna give these n-ggas sh-t they want from me
i got a n-gga doing time that’s coming home to me
if i go broke i got some n-ggas bringing loafs to me aye

i got a n-gga that’s gone come behind my wrong doing
i got a n-gga make me feel it in my soul n-gga
i got a n-gga all he want to do is throat p-ssy
really wouldn’t need a man if i could eat my own p-ssy, b-tch

at union square i’m trynna find some drip on a b-tch
this rap sh-t been bringing in them chips, f-ck a hit
n-gga, f-ck a hit aye but i’ll still run up in some sh-t

aye

why the f-ck these b-tches always speaking on me d-mn
i don’t even want yo n-gga i was f-cking on his friend

hi moded
could always have my patna get yo man
but what the f-ck you was gone do b-tch even if it was yo man
i’m just saying
all ya’ll b-tches betta pipe down
i got enough money to get yo gang wiped out
i’m sending b-tches home early street lights out
then i’ll go and call me — up and eat or suck my life out

every time i’m with that n-gga make him eat eat
just dropped a four up in this fanta b-tch i can’t see
all these drugs i gotta take just to get sleep

it’s still money on the m rip c, b-tch

- lil kayla

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