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letra de f*** you mean ft. trippie redd (remix) - ncr_lusid

[intro: trippie redd]
yeah, ooh

[chorus: trippie redd & juice wrld]
i’m like, b-tch, f-ck you mean? uh (f-ck you mean)
we can link (yeah), uh, suck my meat (meat)
please don’t show no t–th, uh (show no t–th)
p-ssy pink, uh, beat it in the sheets, uh (beat it in the sheets)
we can link (link), meet me in the streets, yeah (meet me in the streets)
f-ck you mean? ooh, f-ck you mean? yeah
f-ck you mean? ooh, f-ck you mean? yeah (uh-huh)
f-ck you mean? ooh (yeah), f-ck you mean? yeah
f-ck you mean? ooh (yeah, ah, oh), f-ck you mean? ooh
[verse 1: ncr_lusid]
ayy, sippin’ easter pink, gucci on the mink (ayy)
she gon’ give me head, but that b-tch don’t even think, uh (b-tch don’t evеn think)
only want the head, ’cause i know hеr p-ssy stink, huh (aah, yeah)
hit it from the back, d-mn, a p-ssy pink, uh (yeah, ya dig?)
i run it up like a lap, yeah, .40 all in my lap, yeah
shake up, n-gga, no dap, yeah, shoot a n-gga like crabs (n-gga, like crabs), uh
bad b-tch, hit it from the back, yeah (i hit it from the back)
i don’t know how to act (i don’t know how to act)
what happened after that? (what happened after that?)
sneak diss, don’t battle rap, uh, no (ha)

[pre-chorus: trippie redd]
we ain’t got nothing else to do, n-gga (nah)
ayy, we came from nothing, bussin’ these n-ggas, yeah (oh my god, yeah)
p-ssy, why you be fussin’, lil’ n-gga (aah, aah, aah)
get to this money and cause destruction, lil’ b-tch (yeah)

[chorus: trippie redd]
i’m like, b-tch, f-ck you mean? uh (f-ck you mean)
we can link (yeah), uh, suck my meat (meat)
please don’t show no t–th, uh (show no t–th)
p-ssy pink, uh, beat it in the sheets, uh (beat it in the sheets)
we can link (link), meet me in the streets, yeah (meet me in the streets, yeah)
f-ck you mean? ooh, f-ck you mean? yeah
f-ck you mean? ooh, f-ck you mean? yeah
f-ck you mean? ooh, f-ck you mean? yeah
f-ck you mean? (yeah, ah), f-ck you mean? ooh
[verse 2: trippie redd]
ayy, f-ck you and your posse (f-ck your gang), f-ck everybody
i might pull up, catch a body (body)
ride like kawasaki (yeah), b-tch, i feel like i’m too c-cky (c-cky)
oops, i meant, “too bocky” (bocky, b-tch)
bad red-bone, she look like taki’s
static shock, she shock me (ha)
pull up to your home (home, haha)
you know what i’m on (yeah), while you playin’ in the snow
eeny, meeny, miny, moe, i catch you by your toe (by your toe, aight)
you know how it go, you know how we roll (aight, aight)
i pull up and take your soul, yeah, ah

[pre-chorus: trippie redd]
we ain’t got nothing else to do, n-gga (nah)
ayy, we came from nothing, bussin’ these n-ggas, yeah (oh my god)
p-ssy, why you be fussin’, lil’ n-gga (aah, aah, aah)
get to this money and cause destruction, lil’ b-tch (yeah)

- ncr_lusid

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