letra de fytb - najma, wuu, kushbabykeys, ja66 & suban
[verse 1: zai]
runnin’ up them bands like woe
[?] you not my bro
you flexed some bands, but that’s just for show
how you ’bout that, but you don’t got a pole?
me and my mans, we frontin’ your hoe
pass her back to my little bro
shoutout to [?] a young n-gga go
i don’t know what you’re talkin’ ’bout
you ain’t on sh-t, close your mouth
all these n-ggas be snaking for clout
what the f-ck is you talkin’ about
me and kushbaby, we smokin’ loud
me and ja66, we smoking loud
finna run up in your house
smoked too much now i’m in the clouds
i don’t think i can come down
[verse 2: kushbabykeys]
[?] in your p-ssy right now
[?]
baby, i can see your p-ssy through your pantyhose
find you some friends, think i need to take ’em out
i was just [?]
[?] taking care of us
i’m a turnt n-gga, all i need’s a bankroll
i can’t f-ck with n-ggas cause they so dead wrong
[?]
p-ssy so good, give that sh-t a theme song
why you so bad, we can never work it out
p-ssy boy flexing on thе internet for clout
[?] shut your mouth
wuu, woebaby, and ja66 in thе south
[?], n-gga what you talkin’ about
keep on talkin’ sh-t, i’ma pull up with my rounds
[?] high in the clouds
shawty pull up on me to get aroused
[?] he don’t ever leave the house
[?] he just playing cat and mouse
speakin’ on a problem, yeah, what you talkin’ bout
[?] sittin’ on the couch
[verse 3: ja66]
[?] on this b-tch, n-gga, you know i’m the one
you don’t know me, n-gga, you just know my songs
n-gga, i’m just glad that my brother got bond
brodie just [?] i’m going long
you the type to [?] and f-ckin’ play along
i ain’t the type to [?] and tell you they wrong
you tellin’ me the obviously you f-ckin’ dumb, n-gga
i’m finna roll up once a n-gga hit the bong, n-gga
don’t rise up my track get it wrong, n-gga
d-mn, [?], what’s this track goin’ hard, n-gga
d-mn, [?], what the f-ck you say, i’m a head hunt
want my swag? f-ck n-gga should’ve said sumn
you went out like a b-tch should’ve raised him
don’t touch my clothes, b-tch, what you doing?
roll me up a blunt, then i pass it to suban
[verse 4: suban]
nose red, i just downed the bottle
my b-tch bad like model
i’m with ja66 on full throttle
i pass to wuu, gelato
me and [?] in the back
this sh-t a rari go fast
talk on us, smoke on your ass, yeah
baby, i’m left with my bag, yeah
put on chanel in the club
baby smoking in the cut, yeah
baby, i’m f-ckin’ it up, hey
i’m the big dog, you a cub
don’t ask me what’s in my cup
don’t ask me what’s in my cup
don’t ask me what’s in my cup
don’t ask me what’s in my cup
who the f-ck calling me?
told that hoe, “get off my phone, now”
all these hoes wanna talk to me
all these hoes wan’ blow now
had to tell her, “stop stalking me”
how the f-ck is that your hoe now?
had to tell him, “stop talking to me”
i am not your bro now
huh, huh, huh, huh
huh, huh, huh, ha
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