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letra de bitch freestyle - otm

[intro: duffy]

[verse 1: duffy]
ayy, b-tch, i told you already, i like hoes
the ones that stomp down, know the ones that really get dough
ayy (b-tch)
here, take these duffel bags and hit the road
it don’t matter where we goin’, i for surely got the pole, ayy
nina ross by my side, i know you remember
all the times when we went to slide and you was actin’ like a (b-tch)
she be with her boyfriend, not today, she on my d-ck
she a trick, that’s why i can’t really love no (b-tch)
keep it playеr or just stay on the bench
otm just came in hеre, some sh-t ain’t gon’ wanna miss
she was lookin’ kinda average, turned her to a bad b-tch
cool, calm and collected, heavy steppin’, i came for the backend
pippy, that’s the 30 clip, i’m not the one to go against
diamonds hittin’, b-tch, you know the heavyweights is walkin’ in
come with me and bring your friend
i could get you any drug tonight
we f-ckin’ up the club tonight, i snuck the f&n
turn her up, i’m bossin’ up, i’m pullin’ up, i get sh-t done
off the mussle, four shows in a month, we the ones
gave a hundred to a bum, i don’t care, them just crumbs
fried dough and bc cooks punchin’ on my lungs
sippin’ mud, we do this every day
my b-tch know i got hoes from la to the bay
stay out the way, you n-ggas don’t belong over here
want blue strips out the b-tch, he wanna give her a kiss
ayy, b-tch, bust this date and bring me the chip
she say she want a thug n-gga, but she hate when i be callin’ her a b-tch
i ain’t into playin’ fig, but i’m still gettin’ chicken
sippin’ tristan, never slippin’ on my pimpin’, lil’ b-tch
spent a lot of chili cheese on my chain
see the lights hit the duffy piece, rami got me icy as a b-tch
four-hundred-round drums, three glocks with some switches
lookin’ for this one n-gga, he be hidin’ like a b-tch
[verse 2: blue pesos]
if you talk about money, b-tch, make it make sense
the way these n-ggas act like b-tches, we should throw you in a dress
my shooter ask no questions, he just step, step, and step
talkin’ on the trap and i might get a b-tch slapped
b-tch, know the name
not peso, it’s pesos with a s, so get it right
still be kickin’ it with members like i never touched a mic’
she don’t never tell me “no”, ain’t gotta force the b-tch to bite
when n-ggas see the long stocking, they just turn to punk rockers
let the e-40 slap out the coupe, i’m ghostridin’
one in a thousand-somethin’ songs, ain’t never had no ghostwriter
i told rami slit my wrist and bring me all the best diamonds
startin’ to sound like a b-tch, i’m gettin’ sick of n-ggas whinin’
got a carti on my wrist, it still be eating top ramen
there go the blade, b-tch, make them feet bleed and stomp on it
i see crash in the rear, it’s ’bout that time i step on it
don’t try and talk to me if you ain’t got a check for
shanaynay, they both keep me safe, ain’t gotta check for me
ain’t no “i” in team, i keep a group full of bad b-tches
when it’s time to go outside, let’s slide, n-gga, don’t be actin’ like a—

[outro: blue pesos]
n-gga
b-tch
mm-hmm, mm-hmm
yeah, b-tch, come put it in my hands, like urgently, yeah
missing all your blessings
mister, mister
that’s why i can’t, b-tch

- otm

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