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letra de naan - molly brazy

[verse 1: molly brazy]
you don’t know naan b-tch
that be f-cking it up like molly
flex on a b-tch, and have a n-gg- call me
then play that p-ssy n-gg- for some dollars
i wrap the beef up like a quarter
keep talking sideways, b-tch i’m like, “pardon me?”
big brazy, i do not do no arguing
she taking shots to the face like she partying
yeah, you don’t know naan b-tch
that’ll stack the money up and flip it
that’ll buy more bottles than the n-gg-s
get a section for just me and my b-tches
make it rain on them strippers
deep in that water like flippers
you know molly getting richer
hating hoes getting sicker
you don’t know naan b-tch, that woke up like this
diamonds all over my wrist
versace all over my hips
gucci all on my kicks
stand on the couches and turn up the view
snuck in my pole just in case n-gg-s trip
it’s brazy gang ‘lil b-tch!

[chorus: molly brazy and cuban doll]
you don’t know naan, b-tch (uh, uh)
no, no, no
you don’t know naan, b-tch (uh, uh)
no, no
[x2]
you don’t know naan b-tch
that stay on her sh-t because she a boss
keep p-ssing hating b-tches off
she cannot lose, will not take a loss
you don’t know naan, b-tch (uh, uh)
no, no, no
you don’t know naan, b-tch (uh, uh)
no, no

[verse 2: cuban doll]
you don’t know naan b-tch
that’ll f-ck up the rack like cuban
i came through in gucci, these hoes looking stupid
i came with some shooters, they probably gone do ya
you don’t know naan, b-tch
i don’t argue or talk, or compete
’cause these hoes be copy and pasting the cuban
they copy the picture, like hoe, don’t you do it
you don’t know naan b-tch
this really who i am b-tch
y’all just do it for the gram b-tch, i need more bread than a sandwich
if a hoe hate, get my fan flip
straight to the top like i planned it
i may go cop me a lam, b-tch
you finna know who i am, trick these little hoes
don’t know now b-tch
i walk in a store, i don’t look at the tag
i k!ll a fit, and i get to the bag
molly and cuban, two b-tches who bad
you don’t know nothing, you b-tches too sad
sum in the bag, that’s my crew, get the love
i got more money than you, and your plug
i f-ck up this money, i do what i want
p-ssy water fall, don’t need no scrub

[verse 3: molly brazy]
you don’t know naan b-tch
that stay on her sh-t because she a boss
keep p-ssing hating b-tches off
she cannot lose, will not take a loss
you don’t know naan, b-tch (uh, uh)
no, no, no
you don’t know naan, b-tch (uh, uh)
no, no
you don’t know naan b-tch
that stay on her sh-t because she a boss
keep p-ssing hating b-tches off
she cannot lose, will not take a loss
you don’t know naan, b-tch (uh, uh)
no, no, no
you don’t know naan, b-tch (uh, uh)
no, no

- molly brazy

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