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letra de ape $hit - luclover

[chorus]
i’ma spit some real sh-t
mother, f-ck all the fake sh-t (woah)
brodie pull up to the spot, he gon’ take sh-t
nascar, i done pulled up to the race, b-tch
first place, motherf-cker, goin’ ape sh-t

[post-chorus]
lamborghini with the star of this sp-ceship
pocket with the rest of all my cars at the gate, b-tch
motherf-cker, you a fraud, f—-n’ lane switch
i done pulled up with some broad, this a main b-tch
i just look up, see the stars in the sp-ceship
i don’t give f-cks, seen ’em all on the same sh-t
i don’t pick up none of the calls from the same b-tch
my name pull up in her car on her playlist

[verse]
why you sippin’?
tell me now, bae
tell me, what you sippin’
f-ckin’ wit’ it
twenty-minutes
twenty to a show
i need twenty tickets
f-ck it, i’ma blow up ’bout a hundred b-tches
blow hundreds some more with some other strippers
motherf-cker on the road getting shmoney with it
fat-f-cker on the phone actin’ funny with it
i done pulled up with the bands in my pocket
lil’ shawty try f-ck on the kid, get to slaughtering
i done went up, in my prime, b-tch, i’m poppin’
you say shmoney on me, keep it coming, never stop it
i think it’s funny to me how i’m poppin’
twenty-two-three, i got so many options
member on me, i got jeans in my closet
jewelry on me, my neck look like a faucet
i done went uptown, what now?
i was shooting ridin’ ’round the city in the coupe
shawty hit me like, “wassup, now?”
uh, nah
i can’t do the fighting, the fake or the fool, but—
[chorus]
i’ma spit some real sh-t
mother, f-ck all the fake sh-t (woah)
brodie pull up to the spot, he gon’ take sh-t
nascar, i done pulled up to the race, b-tch
first place, motherf-cker, goin’ ape sh-t

- luclover

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