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letra de fuck back & forward - mac critter

[intro]
(nk, what you got?)
on god
lil’ og (700 walkdown)
(juice me up, oj)

[chorus]
ready to spin on them n-ggas, ain’t with the back and forth (nah)
can’t be friends with these n-ggas, them n-ggas act like wh0res
smokin’ zaza, dead opps comin’ out my pores
p-ssy fat as h-ll, when i f-ck her, i destroy her
[?] an opp like a boy
392, make it roar
b-tch, i’m the truth with this ar
if i jump out, he won’t get far
ho, close your mouth, you lookin’ at a star
i’m finna go and buy a sports car
i want a porsche, yeah, the 911
i’m finna put thirty on the patek
i’m finna go put thirty on a patek
rich up in the city, i ain’t just rappin’
pretty b-tches, yeah, they love the fashion
chrome heart, off-white vlone jacket
i got an opp walkin’ ’round like patches
he got hit in the face with that ratchet
long live perc, my slime
little-ass young n-gga firin’ that iron
can’t walk no more, he got hit in his spine
me and my young n-ggas hit every time
these n-ggas snitchin’ and lyin’ and dyin’
these n-ggas cappin’ and lyin’ and ridin’
ho, that good p-ssy, i get in her spine
when she gon’ l!ck it, eat d-ck every time
wanna be like us, you gotta keep tryin’ (tryin’, p-ssy)
ready to spin on them n-ggas, ain’t with the back and forth (nah)
can’t be friends with these n-ggas, them n-ggas act like wh0res
smokin’ zaza, dead opps comin’ out my pores
p-ssy fat as h-ll, when i f-ck her, i destroy her
[?] an opp like a boy
392, make it roar
b-tch, i’m the truth with this ar
if i jump out, he won’t get far
ho, close your mouth, you lookin’ at a star
i’m finna go and buy a sports car
i want a porsche, yeah, the 911
i’m finna put thirty on the patek
i’m finna go put thirty on a patek
rich up in the city, i ain’t just rappin’
pretty b-tches, yeah, they love the fashion
chrome heart, off-white vlone jacket
i got an opp walkin’ ’round like patches
he got hit in the face with that ratchet
long live perc, my slime
little-ass young n-gga firin’ that iron
can’t walk no more, he got hit in his spine
me and my young n-ggas hit every time
these n-ggas snitchin’ and lyin’ and dyin’
these n-ggas cappin’ and lyin’ and ridin’
ho, that good p-ssy, i get in her spine
when she gon’ l!ck it, eat d-ck every time
wanna be like us, you gotta keep tryin’ (tryin’, p-ssy)

- mac critter

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