
letra de wit dat yad - lu redd & pradabagshawty
[intro: pradabagshawty]
(notha one, zay, notha one, notha one)
(ayy, 5love, keep this sh-t rollin’)
(d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
(brr, brr, brr)
huh, off-white sweater
high top balenciaga sweat on my 30
if i took three pills, i threw it back, it still ain’t workin
.556, it come straight out the gun, can’t duck this fast sh-t
slim sh-t, oh h-ll yeah, my b-tch a 10, can’t do none average
she threw back the perc, i introduce her to this trap sh-t
he gon’ need a [?], send that boy up, this stick got [?]
racks on me, i’m [?], f-ckin’ with no lil dog
just like queen latifah, we goin’ through it, tryna send it off
hot sh-t on my waist, i ain’t even tryna walk inside the mall
young n-gga walk with a .30, i sw-ng out the .30, we ridin’ with 60 ball
i took her back to the 5, i ain’t even nervous, i’m tryna get in them drawls
glock got a big big brrr, pull up wit dat yad, everything get f-cked up
glock got a big big brrr, pull up wit dat yad, everything get f-cked up
we got a whole lot of shots, like infinite bullets, ridin’ round in this truck
i told her give me the dot, she give me the dot, gon’ set the f-ck n-gga up
n-gga thought we wasn’t spinnin’, kay, he switched the drop, now we got the new f-ckin’ drop
[verse: lu redd]
i got some dope in my sock
my n-gga banging two glock
we pull up, we leavin’ sh-t redd
i slap that boy off of my man
i don’t wanna [?], give me head
he love me, he know i’m a 10
slim sh-t, ass overly fat
off a perky, he beatin’ my back
dog sh-t on me, i got some racks
bro said he just bought a new bag
i’m rollin’ up dope in the pent
i might crack that lil sh-t, then i dip
low on gas, i just copped me a zip
all these n-ggas know that i’m the sh-t
post a pic, and i’m making her sick
[outro: pradabagshawty]
hot sh-t on my waist, i ain’t even tryna walk inside the mall
young n-gga walk with a .30, i sw-ng out the .30, we ridin’ with 60 ball
i took her back to the 5, i ain’t even nervous, i’m tryna get in them drawls
glock got a big big brrr, pull up wit dat yad, everything get f-cked up
glock got a big big brrr, pull up wit dat yad, everything get f-cked up
we got a whole lot of shots, like infinite bullets, ridin’ round in this truck
i told her give me the dot, she give me the dot, gon’ set the f-ck n-gga up
n-gga thought we wasn’t spinnin’, kay, he switched the drop, now we got the new f-ckin’ drop
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