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letra de air bnb - lil tray & toohda band$

[intro: toohda band$]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
hayes money, n-gga
alright

[verse 1: toohda band$]
in the airbnb with some drunk hoes
n-ggas always talkin’ on my name but i could up roll
i don’t wanna know your name, i’m tryna f-ck, though
she said i popped an rp, well, here go one more (here you go)
beat the p-ssy up, that sh-t was wet, i think i want more
d-mn, this b-tch got me sweatin’, i went deep in it
and i just drunk a six of lean, i fell asleep in it
you don’t even know, the crazy part that she let dee hit it (what the f-ck?)

[verse 2: lil tray]
he thinkin’ she a keeper, the team hit it (nah)
she say she like it when i come around, i go deep in it
i hit it from the back, she throwin’ ass, i pull her weave with it (yeah)
i bought a new glock with a stick and i sleep with it
she gettin’ on her knees and she give me sloppy top
she want me to stay around but i’ve been trappin’ on the block
if a n-gga play with us then we gon’ put the boy on fox
let that n-gga try to run ’cause it’s a beam on the chop

[verse 3: toohda band$]
chill, tray, cut the beam off
i just cheated on my b-tch, shut the ring off
funky-ass bum came with quarters, cut the fiend off
your whole squad broke as h-ll, boy, your team lost
thick-booty b-tch suckin’ d-ck with the clear gloss
slapped the sh-t out this b-tch, she got it on my drawers
i bent that b-tch over, now her head bangin’ on the wall
man, hold on, b-tch, i’m gettin’ a call
[verse 4: lil tray]
hit the p-ssy once, now she mad ’cause i never call
you a b-tch played, get in the game, y’all never ball
dex off a perc’, had to catch him before he fall
b-tch asked me if i want some p-ssy, i want it all (yeah)
gettin’ top at the view smokin’ cookie
i only buy the bag if you really tryna jugg me
shot an old n-gga in his head, he tried to suge me
b-tch count a five-ball in my face, i called her woody (ooh)

[verse 5: toohda band$]
five thousand in my face, i would’ve punched her ass
police get behind this whip then i’ma do the dash
i’ve been sippin’ lean all day and i ain’t even crash
all pretty b-tches in this b-tch, they all shakin’ ass (ooh)
pour champagne on her titties, she’d freak for cash
b-tches wanna f-ck my squad ’cause we got that bag
you n-ggas poor as h-ll
i’ve been cuttin’ all day, my arms sore as h-ll
steppin’ on that work, tap dancing, feet hurt like h-ll
i ran off with his money, i told him it’s in the mail

[outro: toohda band$]
hahahaha

- lil tray toohda band

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