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letra de shawty (explicit) - plies

[plies:]
what’s happenin’ homie this ya boy plies man hey pain tell ’em
bout your shawty homie i’ma tel em bout mine dawg!

[chorus] x2
even though i’m not your man, you not my girl
i’m a call you my shawty
cause i can’t stand to see you treated bad
i beat his -ss for my shawty
and we ain’t did nothin’ that we ain’t supposed to do
cause you my shawty
babygirl you know i be home, keep me on the ringtone shawty
sing it to me girl

verse 1 (plies)
soon as i seen her, sh-t told her i’d pay for it
lil mama the baddest thing ’round here & she already know it
i pointed at the donk & told her this supposed to be yours
showed her a couple stacks & told her i’d let her blow it
the hottest thing in the city baby you can’t ignore it
i showed her i was a real n-gga & she went for it
first time i caught her sh-t, she ain’t even know how to throw it back
now she an animal, i got her s-x game right
i taught her how to talk to me while she take pipe
& opened her up & showed her what a real n-gga like
i told her i don’t usually do this, i don’t f-ck on the first night
cause after i beat ya baby i’m liable to f-ck up your whole life
i gotta train her, now she suck me with ice
i call her my lil’ bust it baby cause she keep it tight
whenever i tell her to bust, ain’t gotta tell her twice
whenever i wanna get off she know how to get me right

[full chorus:]
even though i’m not your man, you not my girl
i’m a call you my shawty
cause i can’t stand to see you treated bad
i beat his -ss for my shawty
and we ain’t did nothin’ that we ain’t supposed to do
cause you my shawty
babygirl you know i be home, keep me on the ringtone shawty
sing it to me girl
whoa w-w-whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
whoa w-w-whoa shawty
whoa w-w-whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
whoa w-w-whoa shawty

verse 2: plies
i love to show her off, cause all the dope boys want her
know why they wanna beat badly, look at all that -ss on her
look how that p-ssy sit up in them shorts, you gotta want her
love when she act like she bow-legged & bend the corner
she proud to be f-ckin’ me, cause i’m stuntin on ’em
it feels good to be f-ckin’ a real n-gga don’t’ uh
ain’t called her in 2 days, gotta let her mind wonder
but when she miss me, she call to tell me to jump on her
that’s why i don’t mind breakin’ her off, cause she ain’t with the drama
if you done ripped her before, you know how to cuff lil’ mama
you know she gotta be somethin’ cause i done beat her under
i’m baby sn-tchin’ i’m tellin’ ya, i promise
i exposed her to real, & now she hate lame
‘member she used to run from me, & now she like pain
she call me sometimes just to ask is it her thing
ever since i ran up in shawty she ain’t been the same

(music to fade)

- plies

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