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letra de fast lane - luh ty

[intro]
(xair, let me get that motherf-cker)
ski
yeah, n-gga, yeah, n-gga
phew, phew
n-gga, n-gga, yeah
i’m a motherf-ckin’ player, not a simp, b-tch
this sh-t comin’ off the head like a temp, b-tch

[chorus]
hold up, hoe, i’m a player, not no simp, b-tch (not no simp, hoe)
this sh-t comin’ off the top like a temp, b-tch (like a temp, b-tch)
and your ho tryna kick it like a sensei (like a sensei)
maybe she can get some d-ck, but i ain’t payin’ rent, bae (i ain’t payin’ sh-t, b-tch)
young n-gga stackin’ bands, yeah, i talk different (i talk different)
i can blow a hunnid racks ‘cause my guap different (my guap different)
that b-tch ain’t even bad, she a catfishin’ trick (catfishin’ trick)
i got your ho doin’ flips, that b-tch acrobatic (that b-tch acrobatic)

[verse]
i been smokin’ on that strong, you can smell the pack (yeah, yeah)
in the booth, i’m in that mode, sippin’ lean, relax (n-gga, yeah)
you might think bro finna crash the way he bend the whip (skrrt, skrrt)
took your b-tch and sent her back, i ain’t cuffin’ sh-t (f-ck that ho)
took your ho, then ran it back, b-tch, i need a refund (need a refund)
i’m too high, shades dark, i can’t see none’ (like ray charles)
i be way up in the stars, b-tch, i’m finna be one (n-gga, yeah)
cut that ho off, now she beggin’, b-tch, you d1 (get the f-ck on)
yeah, that b-tch a track star
baby, i’m a dog, i got pits in my backyard (n-gga, grr)
n-ggas actin’ tough, but they soft like a pop-tart (f-ck outta here)
and we steady touchin’ racks, yeah, that part (b-tch, that part)
took your b-tch, she call me timmy, i be turnin’ up (i be turnin’ up)
n-gga, we been gettin’ racks, what you talkin’ ‘bout? (what you talkin’ ‘bout?)
name hot, got the streets sayin’ i’m burnin’ up (i’m burnin’ up)
ain’t no doubt about it, b-tch, i’m runnin’ up (yeah, i’m runnin’ up)
b-tch, we really stackin’ cake (huh?)
i ain’t never fold, n-gga, know my pockets straight (know my pockets straight)
steady grindin’, that’s what it take to be great (that’s what it take)
and i’m spittin’ real sh-t, this ain’t fake (ain’t no fake sh-t, b-tch)
[chorus]
hold up, hoe, i’m a player, not no simp, b-tch (not no simp, b-tch)
this sh-t comin’ off the top like a temp, b-tch (like a temp, b-tch)
and your ho tryna kick it like a sensei (like a sensei)
maybe she can get some d-ck, but i ain’t payin’ rent, bae (i ain’t payin’ rent, hoe)
young n-gga stackin’ bands, yeah, i talk different (i talk different)
i can blow a hunnid racks ‘cause my guap different (my guap different)
that b-tch ain’t even bad, she a catfishin’ trick (catfishin’ trick)
i got your ho doin’ flips, that b-tch acrobatic (that b-tch acrobatic)

[outro]
n-gga, yeah, what the f-ck?
phew, phew
yeah, n-gga, ski

- luh ty

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