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letra de compared & hated - lil west

(intro)
my mom said i can’t cuss no more so
but you know, i got- i gotta say somethin’
shout out kell ‘n them
dj patt, what up?
yeah, yeah, aye, yeah

(verse)
she knew we would never last
tell a joke i would never laugh
when i jump in her mouth it’s a bubble bath
make her jump on that d-ck and i dip
i jump right in that coupe with the tint
yellow water my neck, call it flint
i rock- , miyagi and rick
why that bit keep on saying i’m mixed?
and i had to get rid of that kid baby
i been gettin’ the money and head lately
f-ckin’ your friend i was really faded
– on my b-tch ’cause i really made it
i just came in the game and i’m sick of playin’
how the f-ck n-gg-s ain’t know?
back stabbin’ and steppin’ on toes
give a f-ck about n-gg-s and hoes
pop a bottle ’cause i got it mo’
pickin’ b-tches, eenie miney mo
if she suckin’ d-ck then she can roll
all of this for tickets to a show
man i love this sh-t but then i don’t
as the same time this sh-t is goals
got a thot b-tch on the floor
trynna f-ck me and my woe
and i get all these drugs for a flat rate
gotta thotty white b-tch with a fat cake
i hit all them b-tches yeah, that way
put my weight on this b-tch make her back break
and i need that muf-ckin’ rack – cause my baby just want me to win
i hope this lil b-tch get a back brace ’cause i’m smashing that p-ssy again
ooh, they say i’ma level up
ooh, my bro heavy metaled up
ooh, i feel like a slave now
ooh, ’cause my chains is heavy, yeah
ooh, and f-ck my compet-tors
ooh, the ones that i’m better than
ooh, i boost my adrenaline
ooh, i give ’em a million
ooh, now who really f-ckin’ with me?
if you think that they is then i’m k!llin’ ’em
ooh, and tell them lil n-gg-s if they really f-ckin’ with me they can get it then
ooh, they compare me to all of these n-gg-s that weak as a b-tch and it’s sickening
ooh, and shout out to n-gg-s that’s rockin’ with me and the b-tches i’m hittin’
yeah, i barely give a f-ck about all of the money and all of the listens
sh-t, i capitalize off of all of that sh-t ’cause it’s still in the mission
ooh, i just really want my foot in the game and my d-ck in a mistress
and all of the b-tches that i see on the ‘gram and is still in my interests
enemies turn into friends and some of them hoes
as soon as they callin’ for bands just act like you always be missin’ they calls
always be out on the road, always be doing them songs
cut that b-tch right out the plans, soon as you get you the guap
i knew this all along, told you this sh-t was your fault
you could be gone tomorrow if they call me right back to new york
you know what type time i was on baby, don’t act like you didn’t
i was worried about f-ckin’ these b-tches than getting you something for christmas
give a f-ck about money and shows, i just want designer and b-tches
that’s the type of sh-t that i was on, i’m just so in love with the woman
i can not stop myself, you can not help my rep
i’m like a hershey kiss to all these b-tches i get on they tongue and i melt
yeah yeah

- lil west

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