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letra de fuk sumn (ahmed 2.0 edit) - ¥$, kanye west & ty dolla $ign

[intro: criminal manne & kilo g]
smokin’ on a junt with my n-ggas drinkin’ oe
stop off, stop off at the liquor store, get your ‘yac, then we headed for the indo
smokin’ on a junt with my n-ggas drinkin’ oe
stop off, stop off at the liquor store, get your ‘yac, then we headed for the indo

[post-chorus: playboi carti]
shawty wanna f-ck? woah
i’ma let her hop on somethin’
shawty wanna f-ck? woah
i’ma let her hop on somethin’
shawty wanna f-ck? woah
i’ma let her hop on somethin’
shawty wanna f-ck? woah
i’ma let her hop on somethin’

[verse 1: playboi carti]
ooh, ooh, right now
shawty wanna f-ck on me, i told her, “let’s go now”
dressed in all her fashion, she tryna show out
miami, bal harbour, beforе i tote, uh, ah
i’m on the g6 brackin’ sh-t with my pole, hah
all-black brabus truck, lookin’ likе my soul just went out
all of my vibes is tens, gotta keep them close, they might jump out
we might go spin and spin, just clearin’ that ho before we cool out
[chorus: ty dolla $ign]
i’m tryna f-ck somethin’ right now
that lil’ ho, she tryna f-ck somethin’ right now
i’m, i’m tryna f-ck somethin’ right now
that lil’ ho, she tryna f-ck somethin’ right now

[verse 2: quavo]
sh-t, i’m tryna f-ck some right now, split this lil’ g6 (sh-t)
sh-t, she said, “sl-t me out”, she just wanna suck my d-ck (sh-t)
sh-t, take a lil’ pic with that bread, treat it like s-xyy red (skee-yee)
sh-t, throw that lil’ sh-t back, show ’em you ain’t scared (no)
f-ck her like a p-rnstar in the car (skrr’)
f-ck her on the jet, yeah, we takin’ off (yeah)
uh, f-ck her in the club, on top of the bar (in the club)
got her f-cked up in the head (d-mn), the f-ck you thought?

[bridge: freddie gibbs]
baby, don’t keep me up, yeah, keep me up
don’t wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
baby, don’t keep me up, yeah, keep me up
don’t wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up

[chorus: ty dolla $ign]
i’m tryna f-ck somethin’ right now
that lil’ ho, she tryna f-ck somethin’ right now
i’m, i’m tryna f-ck somethin’ right now
that lil’ ho, she tryna f-ck somethin’ right now
[verse 3: ty dolla $ign]
i’m tryna f-ck somethin’ right now
that lil ho she gettin’ smashed, she gettin’ aight now
hey, hoop chain bussin’ with lights down
shawty wanna tell the world, b-tch bite down
yeah, i been minding my business, stackin’ my chips, i was straight like frito-lay
i’m to rich to be standin’ on bish’, she think i’m hurt, i’m a-okay
i’ve been outside with them gloves, matted up, dodgin’ a bullet, lay-o-lay
i came with the haitian, but my new b-tch she straight from dr, shes a k!ller, ok
huh, huh, huh
made it off food stamps, i got vvs
use to rock pelcose, now double ccs, dirty n-ggas we was still ridin’ around 23s
she knows that i’m one out of two three
i hit the bih from the back she said “ooh-e”
we keepin’ silence to slide in like toosie
they wonder who shot you, like we made a movie

[verse 4: juicy j]
b-tch bite
you look thirsty, come here let me cool you down with all this ice
all this money i’m spending, you lying, you sayin’ i ain’t your type
shawty you know what i like, suck a n-gga d-ck on the flight
all these rappers in love with you, i’m tryna figure out whats the hype
meet me at my penthouse, we gon’ have a private party
if yo’ friends is ugly leave them b-tches in the lobby
girl that ass so fat, you must do situps and pilates
the way she got my stick up, man i swear she tryna rob me
[chorus: ty dolla $ign]
i’m tryna f-ck somethin’ right now
that lil’ ho, she tryna f-ck somethin’ right now
i’m, i’m tryna f-ck somethin’ right now
that lil’ ho, she tryna f-ck somethin’ right now

[verse 5: kanye west]
we comin’ down swervin’
this the real, not a version
i don’t care who you f-cked, you a virgin to me
you a perve and to me, baby perfect to me
hold my coat, hold my drink
on my own, come with me
shawty wanna f-ck on somethin’
f-ck on me, suck on me publicly

[interlude: travis scott]
la flame, baby, you on fire (la flame)
la flame, baby, you on fire
la flame, baby, you on fire (la flame)
la flame, baby, you on fire (fire)

[verse 6: travis scott & ty dolla $ign]
yeah, she feelin’ herself, yeah, she feelin’ on me (yeah)
only sign i can give you is that one plus two is three (oh)
blocked her number and that sh-t started with three-somethin’
meetin’ at the threesome, we ’bout to have a mean one
i’m tryna f-ck somethin’ right now (woo)
brown skin, but you know i had her creamin’
janet jackson by the way i had her screamin’
she hit the group chat, say, “that n-gga had me fiendin'”

[outro: freddie gibbs]
we comin’ down swervin’
this the real, not a version
even jesus ain’t marry a virgin
no weapon formed against us will win

beat me up (oh)

- ¥ kanye west ty dolla ign

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