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letra de 1st linked up - pnb rock

1st linked up lyrics
[intro: pnb rock]
(oliver)
(yo, max)
da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
da-da-da-da-da-da-da, oh, yeah

[chorus: pnb rock]
when we first linked up i thought i told you, girl
if you break my trust it’s gon’ be over, girl
yeah, you, girl, when you, ayy
you gotta trap it out to be my soldier, girl
i’ma have you tappin’ out on the sofa, girl
when you, yeah, when you, yeah

[verse 1: pnb rock]
girl, you already know what it’s here for
take that sh-t off soon as you hit the door
let me see you bend over and touch your toes
i’ma pull out this camera and you strike a pose
let’s get it bussin’ (bussin’), bussin’ (bussin’), bussin’ (bussin’), bussin’ (bussin’)
let’s get it bussin’ (bussin’), bussin’ (bussin’), bussin’ (bussin’), bussin’ (bussin’)
shawty, i already know you on go
we doin’ things that n0body knows
i’m grippin’ her neck, i’m takin’ her soul
i hit from the back, she can’t take it no more
shawty, she cold, just like december (yeah)
i got me a winner
knew i had to get her (yeah)
i get all up in her (yeah, ohh)
i eat that like dinner (yeah)
ever since i hit her, turned into a sinner (hit it, hit it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ever since i hit her, she been swallowin’ [?]
grab some other b-tches
[chorus: pnb rock]
when we first linked up i thought i told you, girl
if you break my trust it’s gon’ be over, girl
yeah, you (you, uh), girl, when you, ayy (uh)
you gotta trap it out (yeah) to be my soldier, girl
i’ma have you tappin’ out (ayy) on the sofa, girl
when you, yeah, when you, yeah

[verse 2: yvngxchris]
when we first linked up i could just tell that we had a connection
hey baby, i’m lovin’ the way that you feel on my body, i’m lovin’ the way that you pressin’
it’s me and my shawty, we ran up a milli’ together, not talkin’ eleven
i stay with a .40, and if any n-gga try to play you, i take him to heaven to meet god
yeah, n-ggas said that we wouldn’t make it together, well baby, we beat the odds
yeah, freaky lil’ b-tch make it clap for a n-gga, i don’t even need an applause
she asked me, like, “bae, should i keep on my shirt”, i said, “bae, there’s no reason for keepin’ it on”
we hop out the crib and we shop at dior, ’cause i got the money, b-tch, i got a ton
oh sh-t, i mean ton
i ain’ treatin’ lil’ b-tches, you dumb?
yeah, my baby gon’ shoot for your boy
like, d-mn man, i think she the one
godd-mn, she a gangsta, gon’ slide with the glocky, the glocky, the glock, she do it for fun
man, i got a bad ass b-tch, she loyal, man, i really remember when we first linked up

[chorus: pnb rock]
when we first linked up i thought i told you, girl
if you break my trust it’s gon’ be over, girl
yeah, you (you, uh), girl, when you, ayy (uh)
you gotta trap it out (yeah) to be my soldier, girl
i’ma have you tappin’ out (ayy) on the sofa, girl
when you, yeah, when you, yeah

- pnb rock

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