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letra de cabana - jimmy barz

[chorus: jimmy barz]

she got bottles on the way at cabana
she ain’t famous she’s a grammer
tryna’ curve me over one text
lookin’ curvy in that sundress
got me like oooh (ooh ooh)
baby what you wanna do? (ooh)
you lookin’ summer time fine
body on 10
face so cute when you rockin’ that tan
got me like oooh (ooh ooh)
baby what you wanna do? (ooh)
[verse 1: jimmy barz]

poolside faded with some shades on
she tryna’ curve me putting shade on
she kiss the gl-ss like a lay up
she only party if you pay up
she wearing palace on her waist tho
she think she rad she ain’t skate tho
(flip, flip) flipping through her dm’s
party in the p.m
fury had to cutter like a 49 tm
i ain’t like your old dude
treat me like a lame boy
toy with my emotions tried to play me like a game boy
i’m just tryna’ dig her
get a little deeper
hit it raw from a shorty i was just in, bieber
rappers tryna’ feature
asking me how much i am? (d-mn)
hook a couple hundred , verse about a grand
call me papi
pull up in that uber that’s an audi
bruce wayne whip, all black came and got me
got her follow, her number she can see me on the gram
she can see my sh-t is real, she ain’t f-cking wit no scam
f-ck these wastes mans out here tellin’ stories
making waves , moving lanes, word to tory

[chorus: jimmy barz]

[verse 2: jimmy barz]

she on her knees, bet she don’t know where the church is
bet she don’t think she deserve this
first love and she desert it
i’m just showing where the work is
you were supposed to be my one dance
my one chance
i fell in love with one glance
and one gl-ss
later we were heating up the dance floor
she want another imma’ give her one dance more
b-tch basic, level too high on the ph
way she ride weak bet she wish she had a v8
snapback and stan smiths
nirvana on her bands list
all you haters band-less
21, i’m savage
cooler than i’m esco
boomin’ like i’m metro
you haters g-ssed up like you working up at petro
jimmy got the best flow
hotter than the west coast
i been killing sh-t since phat farm and ecko
brands from my feet to my neck tho
yeh that’s prolly where the money from my cheque goes
and i’m never on my ones stay ten toes
tell her bring her friends i ain’t tryna’ friend zone

[chorus: jimmy barz]

- jimmy barz

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