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letra de street love - popp hunna

[intro: popp hunna]
ayy, yo, that’s popp and that’s petty
d-mn, gettin’ fetti with petty, this sh-t is heavy
i heard that they started to doubt me, they gettin’ buried
and you know we comin’ harder, my n-gga (oth-llo on the)

[verse 1: petty levels]
he took me to that island, had me sipping’ on that mai tai
he gon’ keep me drippin’ in that gucci, louis, prada
since you got that money, baby, then i need a lotta
the way this n-gga lookin’, turn him to my baby father

[verse 2: popp hunna]
girl, you better chill, i already got a baby
surfin’ in that p-ssy, girl, you know that sh-t be wavy
f-ckin’ you for hours, got a n-gga feelin’ lazy
if i spend that bag on you, you better not play me

[verse 3: petty levels]
nah, long as you come home at night
you be on that corner, right?
make it home to mommy, i’ma ride you like a motor bike
better yet, a jet ski, it get super wet-sy
it get super messy

[verse 3: popp hunna]
f-ck it, you could bless me
when i’m up in philly i be ridin’ with a choppa
gotta keep it lowkey so i pull up in the squatter
baby, you the baddest, girl, you know that you a problem
all these b-tches callin’, girl, i f-ck around and block ’em
[chorus: popp hunna & petty levels]
and girl, you so bad, gotta call the police
way you eat this p-ssy got me weak in my knees
you better be bougie with these n-ggas, don’t speak
you better spend money, gotta keep me on fleek
yeah, you know that i ride for you
call me, i’ma slide for you
and if it came to it then i f-ck around and die for you
okay, you say it’s forever
you know i’m there for whatever
i was just totin’ berettas, you made me change for the better

[verse 5: pop hunna]
air force, d-ckie pants, street n-gga
i was broke last year, my bag bigger
if he hatin’ he another mad n-gga
young n-gga, [?], i’m that n-gga

[verse 6: petty levels]
i’m that b-tch, them other b-tches is average
we up now, ‘member when we didn’t have sh-t?
now it’s fly sh-t, them other b-tches better not try sh-t
yeah, you took ’em to miami but we on dubai sh-t
know i’m yours, baby, you could tell your n-ggas that you got her
make them b-tches mad ’cause them b-tches ain’t get nada
on the real, baby, never even thought i’d feel love
now i’m on some mary j. sh-t, i found my real love
[chorus: popp hunna & petty levels]
girl, you so bad, gotta call the police
way you eat this p-ssy got me weak in my knees
you better be bougie with these n-ggas, don’t speak
you better spend money, gotta keep me on fleek
yeah, you know that i ride for you
call me, i’ma slide for you
and if it came to it then i f-ck around and die for you
okay, you say it’s forever
you know i’m there for whatever
i was just totin’ berettas, you made me change for the better

- popp hunna

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