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letra de thats cute - otm

[intro: duffy]
(nada)
sh-t
oh, baby, a triple
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga, and all that
(smoov, what’s good, baby?)
alright

[chorus: duffy]
he ain’t with me if that n-gga ain’t gon’ shoot
all these n-ggas talkin’ tough, yeah, that’s cute (yeah)
n-ggas know the truth, been gettin’ to the loot
see my double cup? i’m finna double up on all my blues
sh-t, she say i hurt her feelings, duffy rude
if them n-ggas ain’t got money, they on mute
n-ggas yappin’ false news, me? i just stay true
blow a n-gga out his boots and pull off in a foreign coupe, sh-t

[verse 1: duffy]
a lot to lose, n-gga, ain’t no half steppin’
bucks first, then later on, ask questions
gettin’ to it, i ain’t finna waste not a second
ask me what i trust, sh-t, nothin’ but this weapon
steppin’ with aggression and an awful lot of cash
stick on my lap, i’ll get a n-gga whacked fast
i just bop-bop bled the block with no mask
n-ggas goin’ out sad, nice guys finish last
pole on me, he don’t know, he better act like it
yeah, bro, we got it off the mussle, watch us stack money
we outside, better bet i got the slap on me
brothers only, i don’t tolerate no back bitin’
all these n-ggas hatin’, i’m the n-gga that get hated on
shorty nasty, then her face gettin’ painted on
hood famous, i’m the n-gga that she waitin’ on
all he did was sneak diss and he ain’t make it home
cold demon, spittin’ fire in the microphone
what is they on? these n-ggas act like straight hoes
my n-gga just got out the pen’, yeah, case closed
hardbody, mine gold and my heart chrome, ugh
[chorus: duffy]
he ain’t with me if that n-gga ain’t gon’ shoot
all these n-ggas talkin’ tough, yeah, that’s cute (yeah)
n-ggas know the truth, been gettin’ to the loot
see my double cup? i’m finna double up on all my blues
sh-t, she say i hurt her feelings, duffy rude
if them n-ggas ain’t got money, they on mute
n-ggas yappin’ false news, me? i just stay true
blow a n-gga out his boots and pull off in a foreign coupe, sh-t

[verse 2: blue pesos]
no losers in this coupe, everybody down to shoot
we here to stay, sh-t, i thought you n-ggas knew
i don’t hang around n-ggas, only a few
you don’t wanna say my name in songs, oh, that’s cute
two sticks, two bl!cks in the batmobile
all cash for the piece and i ain’t signed no deal
won’t never show a strap for insta’, they might tell on us
in the coupe with e-sig doin’ god knows what?
who touched fifty million streams in a year? oh, that’s us
she’s a punk rock b-tch, no bueno, no sir
she like, “p, can we kick it?” b-tch, you gotta make it worth it
if he go against the guys, he gon’ have to take a dirt nap
leave him sleepin’ with the fishes, he gon’ meet the little mermaid
two hundred for some juice, lil’ bro, that’s chump change
tinted up slidin’, whip the coupe like i’m bruce wayne
he lookin’ crazy in the booth, you get high off that cocaine?
[chorus: duffy]
he ain’t with me if that n-gga ain’t gon’ shoot
all these n-ggas talkin’ tough, yeah, that’s cute (yeah)
n-ggas know the truth, been gettin’ to the loot
see my double cup? i’m finna double up on all my blues
sh-t, she say i hurt her feelings, duffy rude
if them n-ggas ain’t got money, they on mute
n-ggas yappin’ false news, me? i just stay true
blow a n-gga out his boots and pull off in a foreign coupe, sh-t

- otm

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