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letra de naughty list - massa (rapper)

[chorus: m-ssa]
woah, she a hoe (uh oh)
she kissed every n-gga here and ion see a mistletoe
she got her hair tied up wit a pretty pink bow
you know w-ssup, like a ticking time bomb, she boutta blow
woah, now she wearin nothin
next thing you know i’m inside her b-tt nuttin
fell in love wit the d-ck now she’s thinkin bout cuffin
are you crazy you just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven

[verse 1: m-ssa]
god d-mn, god d-mn, was scrollin’ through the ‘gram, saw you with a new man
that was quick, in the pic i can see y’all holdin’ hands
does he know yo hand was strokin’ on my d-ck last night under my pants?
all yo friends screamin oh my god m-ssa i’m your number 1 fan
i know that make you p-ssed
you ain’t got me on locks, lowkey like loc right after the bizz
i see you see that i been up, now you want make up and kiss

[bridge: m-ssa]
you indirectly dissin’ me it’s hard to keep it cool wit all this heat that i’m releasing
but i’m cool enough don’t give a f-ck about yo shade, you just try to betray then come kissin
why you sayin’ shots fired when yo ugly -ss missin’

[hook: m-ssa]
you a hoe hoe hoe like it’s christmas
i know it is but on god you been movin reckless
lil hoe, look at that, uh oh, it’s a fact, what is?
hoe you on santa’s naughty list, b-tch

[verse 2: freeah]
kick down boy, choppa make you sing like chris brown boy
cowboy, make you hit the motherf-ckin ground boy
sound boy, make you hear this motherf-ckin town boy
pound boy, you can’t even say your own nouns boy
got a 40 ounce of dro so we gon’ run it up
hope the cops ain’t smellin’ smoke cause he know somethings up
man i’m not just smokin’ buddah how i sum it up
i’m just chillin’ with my b-tch we gettin’ f-cked up
meditating always stating that i’m elevating when i’m smokin’ dope
and ion even need a single drug to help me cope
third eye open and i’m ready to flow
boy you slippin’ on your words like the sh-t be some soap
you is a hoe hoe hoe, i’m just preaching, reachin’ each and every one of y’all souls
cause it’s christmas time, ain’t no need to be cold
wrap them gifts up nice and get em ready to go

[bridge: freeah]
frosty the snowman
pulled out a choppa blast a cap in his -ss
the feds raided frosty’s trap and now his hands on his mag
and he don’t take no f-ckin l’s b-tch put the crack yo -ss
had to hop inside a foreign and now he’s off to the dash

[hook: freeah & m-ssa]
right beside him got a baddie with a thong full of cash
now he’s feelin’ kinda h-rny slap his ice on her -ss
then smoke a blunt right by the fire while they listen to jazz
molly water got him movin’ like the whip goin fast

[verse 3: m-ssa]
had to cop me up a cigarillo
cut my p-ssion down and chop it up on instrumentals
why they keep on coming for my mental, watchu want a medal? got me fuming like steam from boiling tea inside a kettle
but it’ll p-ss over
when a baddie bring that -ss over
help me relieve all the pain that’s on my shoulders
sh-t is heavy like a boulder, you wanna cuddle cause it’s cold but i’m colder

[verse 4: m-ssa]
imma f-ck you then i’m drivin’ away till i’m out of range in my range rover
when i got home, she called my phone sayin “ion like the way that you treat me, it’s over”
so i told her “last b-tch that i was with was in my bed and i would hold her, next day say she was switchin up on me and f-cked on another n-gga”
bipolar is what these b-tches is so i give em the cold shoulder
shorty played me like she playin a song on the tromb-n-r
swing a stick, in the air and control em like composer

[m-ssa & freeah talking]
“composer? ain’t it called a conductor? a composer’s the one that writes the music”
“nah for real? aww sh-t”

[chrous: m-ssa]
woah, she a hoe (uh oh)
she kissed every n-gga here and ion see a mistletoe
she got her hair tied up wit a pretty pink bow
you know w-ssup, like a ticking time bomb, she boutta blow
woah, now she wearin nothin
next thing you know i’m inside her b-tt nuttin
fell in love wit the d-ck now she’s thinkin bout cuffin
are you crazy you just tried to cook spaghetti in the oven, b-tch (x2)

- massa rapper

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