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letra de fuck with this (2023) - lil little

[intro]

–p-ssies everyday, n–ga….

-lil lilttle and yung jojo are having some kinda conversation or something… i think yung jojo was talking sh-t to lil little tho-
lil little: yup- (aye–)

[hook: lil little]

took the top, i can’t stop, no beat drops, got one shot
drink a litre, act a leader, beats on me, cook them hot
f-ck with this, f-ck with this sh-t, rap along, can’t ride songs, b-tch
still be f-ckin with b-tches, f-ck, but im on the clock
took the top, i can’t stop, no beat drops, got one shot
drink a litre, act a leader, beats on me, cook them hot
f-ck with this, f-ck with this sh-t, rap along, can’t ride songs, b-tch
still be riding with b-tches, f-ck, but im on the clock
[verse 1: lil little]

aye aye aye aye aye, ayе
uh
(don’t f-ck with no dam glizzies)
(f-ck them glizzy gobblers)
suck my glizzy dumb b-tch, go gеt you a job kid
learn to budget your sh-t, keep a couple thousand
don’t waste it on weed quick, grow your own supply with seeds
f-ck these bum b-tches drinking, know you’re good without it
they still stuck in their heads, gotta keep you moving
distractions talk, no stress, talk less than you prove it
prove you haven’t peaked yet, give more than you owe, b-tch
make ‘em know they ain’t sh-t, b-tch n-ggas look foolish
what the f-ck you want from me? get up out of my way
when sh-t goes down you running, f-ck n-gga a sh-t stain
like ufc we rumbling, a rude fellow i’d say
i’m down the street, im coming, say goodbye to your face

[verse 2: yung jojo:]

yeah
f-ck ya n–gas if ya ain’t in my team man, always tryna talk down on us like godd-mn, gonna pop another xan, turn these b-tchass bullies into fans, (skert! -sum laughing or idk, something-)
skert and swerve on this track like this lil little n–ga got my back, finna f-ck up on the next truck, like im ready to duck and tuck
mayn where’s the p-ssy?
[hook: lil little]

[verse 3: lil little]

body count fifty six, my tools buried with them
i like to pop acid, with my vodka with pills
do not f-ck with me b-tch, i got my solutions
make sure that you don’t trip, kool-aid portal one sip
psilocybin interrogate, on all our people segregate
your limbs i’ll finna separate, just like me and my f-ckin snag
leave that b-tch in the ditch, after i done ins-m-nated
my n-gga i’ll get her faded, i don’t care if we’re related
my cousin, my neechie, you could come f-ck with me
laid down like a treaty, my neechie call me chief
in the studio i’m cheeched, smoking up thc
give a f-ck bout feelings, throw you through the ceiling
i might have std’s, im scared to get tested
that b-tch was bullsh-tting, it looked like something was wrong
it done hurt my p-n-s, i’d rather not stress it
your hits always missing, need a new b-tch to f-ck on
[hook: lil little]

- lil little

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