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letra de what what - lil shordie scott

what what lyrics
[pre-chorus]
i need some diamonds who gon’ hit
they gon’ beat you like some [?][0:10] (ayo)
my 30 right beside me
treat my glocky like my b-tch (let’s go)

[chorus]
cartier diamonds, they hit
cartier diamonds, they hit
cartier diamonds, they hit
cartier diamonds, they hit (hey)

[verse 1]
diamonds, they hittin’, they bust out the party
walk in these rickys like carti
i’m off a perky, i’m poppin’ these perkys
i’m geekin’, so f-cked, i ain’t poppin’ no molly (what, what?)
rolls royce truck with a stick out the side
she ain’t suckin’ d-ck, she can’t get in my ride
b-tch, get out
i’ll kick a b-tch out ‘fore i kick these ricks out
fashion and drugs, you know i can’t miss out
drip over p-ssy
i prefer drip over p-ssy (okay)
why would i buy her a booty?
i’d rather go to the store and just buy me some ksubis
that ho, she really a groupie, tellin’ you
that ho, she really a thot (thottie)
f-ck on that ho at the telly
i cannot f-ck on that ho at the spot
shawty keep trippin’, i really don’t trust her
she want a ring, but i really don’t love her
give her the d-ck and i’m probably gon’ leave
stop bitin’ my d-ck ‘fore i cut off your t–th
[?][0:59] high fashion my tee
it used to be hatin’ and laughin’ at me
but they never gon’ try me, i’m packin’ that heat
i’m on the road with a glock in my seat
bags in the trunk
talkin’ too much, baby, pass me the blunt
roll up biscotti, three-five in the blunt
n-ggas be cappin’, they put on a front
kickin’ my sh-t and it feel like a punt
cap-cap
b-tch so bad, had to tap-tap
what you need?
[pre-chorus]
i need some diamonds who gon’ hit
they gon’ beat you like some [?] (ayo)
my 30 right beside me
treat my glocky like my b-tch (let’s go)

[chorus]
cartier diamonds, they hit
cartier diamonds, they hit
cartier diamonds, they hit
cartier diamonds, they hit (hey)

[verse 2]
i like your cardi’ (hey, hey)
i’m off a molly (hey, hey)
she wanna f-ck (hey, hey)
i gave her my nut, let’s go
[?] and my brother [?] tito
i got your ho eatin’ d-ck and doritos
she wanna stay, but i can’t
when i leave from her crib, i go straight to the bank
shoppin’ on me, don’t invade in my sp-ce
ho n-gga talk crazy, i eat up his face, stupid
i’ma set it off like boosie, gang

[outro]
let’s go
y’all weird-ass n-ggas be trippin’

- lil shordie scott

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