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letra de who tf - midwxst & rickie wedlow

[intro: midwxst & rickie wedlow]
these n-ggas swearin’ they on the top of this sh-t when i know they in the back, ha
b-tch, who the f-ck told you was hot?
b-tch, who the f-ck told you spit?
b-tch, who the f-ck told you rap?
boy, n-gga, go back to the—, mm
yeah, n-gga, go back to the bleachers
walk around town with the blood on my sneakers
that ain’t my girl, boy, no, she not a keeper
and if you not gang, then don’t ask for no feature, b-tch
(huh, uh, huh, huh, oh, yeah)
(i walk in that trap, huh, i walk in that store, uh)
(this is a slump audios exclusive)
(that bit’ wanna—, huh, okay, okay)

[verse 1: rickie wedlow]
i’m doin’ sh-t that you can’t (you can’t)
i don’t need a stylist, i put that sh-t on my fit and i walk in the bank (oh, yeah)
shawty got mileage, she tryna get on my d-ck, but i told her, “you can’t,” okay (oh, yeah)
i’m on an island, i just woke up and got rich, now i’m breakin’ the bank, oh, yeah (breakin’ the bank)

[verse 2: rickie wedlow]
how you gon’ talk but ain’t don’t got no check? (oh, yeah)
your b-tch want me ’cause i f-ck her the best (oh, yeah)
diamonds on me and they hit on my neck (oh, yeah)
don’t try to k!ll me, ’cause i’m gon’ resurrect (oh, yeah)
they don’t want me, i don’t think that they [?]
chrome on my body, i’m walkin’ in fashion
play with these b-tches like i’m playin’ madden
f-ckin’ these b-tches while she call me daddy (for real)
i was just f-ckin’ that b-tch from the back
i bought a new crib, i can hang up my plaques
no cap in my sh-t, i be speakin’ the facts (oh)
i got vibe and i’m bringin’ it back
and i got a glock with a nina attached
not linkin’ with me, why you keep tryna match? (why the f-ck you do that?)
oh, yeah
[verse 3: midwxst & rickie wedlow]
(go) shawty addicted to me like some crack (oh, yeah, okay)
hop in my suv, my cadillac (oh, yeah)
she wanna pull up, yeah, right to the pad, and i said, “nah,” huh
i hit up rickie then hop on the track, huh
these n-ggas swearin’ they on the top of this sh-t when i know they in the back, ha (yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
b-tch, who the f-ck told you was hot?
b-tch, who the f-ck told you spit? (who the f-ck told you spit?)
b-tch, who the f-ck told you rap? (who the f-ck told you rap?)
boy, n-gga, go back to the—, mm (oh, yeah)
yeah, n-gga, go back to the bleachers (yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)
walk around town with the blood on my sneakers
that ain’t my girl, boy, no, she not a keeper
and if you not gang, then don’t ask for no feature, b-tch
you ain’t touchin’ me for real, know you not touchin’ sh-t, aha
and you know my windows tinted like the president, okay (like the president)
these n-ggas not touchin’ me (they not touchin’ sh-t, nah), got no [?], oh, yeah
b-tch, i’m up now, not up next, i set that precedent (i set that precedent, b-tch)

[outro: rickie wedlow & midwxst]
(i’m doin’ that sh-t)
(yeah, b-tch, i’m up now, not up next, i set that precedent)
(when i walk in, i walk out that bank, b-tch)
(these n-ggas not touchin’ me, got no [?], huh)
(pull out two-hundred k)
(and you know my windows tinted like the president)

- midwxst rickie wedlow

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