letra de computaluv - mani da brat
[verse one]
can’t fall in love wit’ no n-gga off of tinder
catching feelings every day til he try to get up in me
f-ck that
n-gga miss me with that f-ck sh-t
you steady bangin’ my line even though we ain’t f-ckin’
you trippin’ n-gga
we both know i ain’t yo girl
you steady talkin’ all that sh-t about how you gon’ make my toes curl
you playin’
who you got gassing yo head?
you got six, seven, eight b-tches all in yo bed
grimy ass n-ggas
yeah, y’all be on some dumb sh-t
i came out the three-two-three (slauson ho) and i’m runnin’ sh-t
i’m runnin’ game
playin’ n-ggas, playin’ b-tches
my exes did me dirty, now i’ma be vicious
i’ma dog n-ggas out, jus’ call me cujo
why you on my line?
“tryna facetime?”
move ho
you trippin’, i don’t need love or a n-gga
i’m tryna secure my bag
i need tеn figures, b-tch!
[hook]
why you trippin’ off that n-gga?
he ain’t evеn text you back
why you stressin’ off a n-gga
b-tch go and get a bag
why you trippin’ off that n-gga?
he ain’t even text you back
why you stressin’ off a n-gga?
[verse two]
only f-ck wit’ n-ggas if they done got they bands up
i can’t fall in love
that sh-t ain’t in my plans bruh
i’m chasin’ bags
naw, i ain’t chasing n-ggas
i’m busy makin’ money
tryna hit ten figures
i’m doin’ shows up in portland
tourin’ in f-ckin’ oregon
i got a couple dudes
i got a whole assortment
i ain’t stressin’ dudes
and i ain’t chasin’ d-ck
that n-gga’s on my tits
tell ’em he my son, biiiiitch
[verse three]
why you tryna press me b-tch you buggin off a n-gga
i ain’t f-ckin wit these b-tches
i hate f-ckin wit you n-ggas
i be in my own lane
i be on my own sh-t
i don’t throw subs
i ain’t say sh-t
i ain’t worried bout that b-tch or that bum ass n-gga
he a false claima
ima have my goons come and get ’em
he a p-ssy ass n-gga
she a weak ass b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck
i been on straight bullsh-t
[hook]
why you trippin’ off that n-gga?
he ain’t even text you back
why you stressin’ off a n-gga
b-tch go and get a bag
why you trippin’ off that n-gga?
he ain’t even text you back
why you stressin’ off a n-gga?
(off of him b-tch?)
(biiiiiiitch)
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