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letra de cuff - nova

[intro:]
(nova i love you!)

[chorus: nova]
b-tch!
i wanna f-ck (huh)
suck me up
f-cking that b-tch (huh)
being my sl-t, feelin her gut
i cannot f-ck with that b-tch
she is a sl-t (huh)
f-cking dat hoe so good, want me to cuff
hit my line, waste no time
f-cking dat b-tch, i lied
f-cking dat b-tch in the car (hey! in the car hey, hey!)
f-cking dat b-tch in the car
hitting it once, ima go slide (f-cking her friend, im high)
[verse 1: nova]
(yeah! f-ck!)
prada up on my neck (yeah)
f-cking that hoe and i sweat
that n-gga gone, leave him for dead (dead)
shooting a n-gga up in his head
i want my money, n-gga my bread
talking on gang n-gga you dead
i gotta pump, fill him with led
i’ma get it back in blood
she gone suck me up
she gone lovе me up

[verse 2: whotfisdae]
in my bb belt
in the tim’s, watch yo stеp

(i-i-i) i got all the guap, n-gga i don’t need no help
f-ck that b-tch in the backseat
f-ck school i ain’t passing
pop a yellow not no taxi (oh that’s not no taxi.)
you wanna feat then i’m, you wanna feat then i’m taxing
got a white shooter he drunk, it get nasty
got a white b-tch and i think her name ashley
i cannot f-ck with that b-tch if you sassy
glock on my hip, b-tch i’m toting a racket
you wanna diss and i’m (ahh, f-ck)
you wanna diss and i’m breaking the bracket
what’s on my back? n-gga number (n)ine
talking on gang you get shot from behind
you just a monkey you swing from the vine
you just a b-tch and i knew the whole time
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus: nova]
b-tch!
i wanna f-ck (huh)
suck me up
f-cking that b-tch (huh)
being my sl-t, feelin her gut
i cannot f-ck with that b-tch
she is a sl-t (huh)
f-cking dat hoe so good, want me to cuff
hit my line, waste no time
f-cking dat b-tch, i lied
f-cking dat b-tch in the car (hey! in the car hey, hey!)
f-cking dat b-tch in the car
hitting it once, ima go slide (f-cking her friend, im high)

(high, yeah)

[verse 1: nova]
prada up on my neck (yeah)
f-cking that hoe and i sweat
that n-gga gone, leave him for dead (dead)
shooting a n-gga up in his head
i want my money, n-gga my bread
talking on gang n-gga you dead
i gotta pump, fill him with led
i’ma get it back in blood
she gone suck me up
she gone love me up

- nova

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