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letra de chinese food - lil lik

[intro]
ayy, can you turn me up in the headphones a little bit?
hold on, let me go again, bro, hold on
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch

[verse 1]
this lil’ b-tch told me she was pregnant, i told the b-tch to stop playin’
you think we fightin’? i’m throwin’ a bullet at you, brodie, not hands
he think just ’cause he be with bro that be with bro that he my mans
i just met kelsey yesterday, i’m in her bed without my pants
i drove thirty minutes and you ain’t suckin’ d-ck? the f-ck you sayin’?
i told lil’ bro i don’t want the b-tch no more, bro, you can f-ck that b-tch
they f-cked around and let stickz off the box, they better duck they heads
your brother in thе swisher, we let it burn ‘causе we don’t smoke that sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck about your brother, b-tch, why you callin’ him?
we press the opps so much, we know they wanna call it quits
if she ain’t tryna f-ck, i make up somethin’ and walk her to her whip
2016, it was just me and buoy walkin’ to the crib
i do not give a f-ck about your brother, b-tch, why you callin’ him?
i’ll shake your hand the same day and still f-ck your b-tch
totin’ guns, get locked up and bond out, that’s how we gotta live
my lil’ brothers do not give a f-ck, they’ll hit your mama crib
i’m sorry, bae, i know i f-cked your friend, it is what it is
if i ain’t actin’ turnt to you, then what the f-ck you call it then?
he don’t know his lil’ b-tch gettin’ f-cked, he think she ballin’ sh-t
i know exactly who got shot and where ’cause i was callin’ it
[verse 2]
rick owens thirteen hundred and some change, i still scuffed my shoe
i know this n-gga love his baby mama, but i love her too
i am for all the bullsh-t, the f-ck you wanna do?
i’m not gon’ lie, this b-tch just f-cked t, but me f-cked her too
if i catch you in the club and i don’t like you, i’m gon’ bottle you
i don’t trick, go f-ck with bro and ‘nem, that’s what they like to do
i ain’t perfect, i’m just tryna beat my f-ckin’ obstacles
i work hard, n0body call my phone to say, “i’m proud of you”
you must be confused where i come from, i was taught to shoot
ice on my motherf-ckin’ neck dance in the darkest room
six of his friends is dead and gone, my n-ggas brought the broom
if that’s your mans, i don’t give a f-ck what you did, this sh-t gettin’ brought to you
one on one with me, it’s open field, you know i’m mossin’ you
i’m famous, b-tch, i’m walkin’ past in public, i ain’t gon’ talk to you
my shoes was still clean, 2020, i used to walk to school
you put that p-ssy on me, it was a ten, that’s why i’m stalkin’ you
another n-gga wanna make that list? it’s a lot of room
she p-ssed off ’cause i don’t text back, i got a lot to do
just me and stickz with six hoes at the crib like what we finna do?
stop postin’ that lil’ 43 on snapchat, you is not gon’ shoot
i like her, i told bro to put me on, i hope she like me too
i text the hoes in vanish mode, i be playin’ it smooth
i just took my lil’ b-tch on a date, we ate chinese food
skino write a mean kite in that county, n-gga, kite me too

- lil lik

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