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letra de fine wine - pradabagshawty & souljaspirits

[intro]
brr, brr
dough (what?), dough (what?), dough (what? hold on)
hey, yo

[chorus]
slay sh-t, big ol’ booty, yeah, that b-tch came out the project (what?)
i’m just tryna smack her from the back, ain’t tryna watch netflix (smack, no)
introduce her to a new world, they call it “saks fifth”
she just wanna be my main, wait, we ain’t exclusive
she just wanna put my chains on her, rock that new sh-t
v12, that b-tch geeked, snacked out, we slidin’ like a cruise ship (yeah)
two rounds, brazy, i hit him up, we at that boy like, “ooh, sh-t”
slidin’ through this b-tch, we turn up, bow, we hit that pool stick
smack her back-to-back, i hit this ho just like a volleyball
i just dropped a bag on this drip, boy, that eat mcdonald
i came, glock aside, with my b-tch, she be on demon timin’ (uh)
triple cup, stacked up, i pour it up like fine wine

[verse]
i can’t go for nothin’ of that p-ssy sh-t, these n-ggas be feline
know you heard that “brr,” we spin both spots, that boy won’t make it out
i might drop some d-ck, but that ho stank, i couldn’t even eat her out
fully everything, we flipped back, brr, this b-tch here customized
bow down with that stick like, “woah,” d-mn, i make ’em tear it out
b-tch think that i’m cheatin’, what the f-ck? like, why would i lie?
he talkin’ ’bout he bleedin’, just like me, that ain’t where i spot
she just ate my kids and she singin’ too, like, “papa”
know young prada blaze in this sh-t, would i got mob ties?
beat that, wait, i’m facin’ this b-tch, won’t get off 3.5
my b-tch mixed with asian and sh-t, she had been low-eyed
three-nine, do we hop down that block? it sound like shot fire
[chorus]
slay sh-t, big ol’ booty, yeah, that b-tch came out the project (what?)
i’m just tryna smack her from the back, ain’t tryna watch netflix (smack, no)
introduce her to a new world, they call it “saks fifth”
she just wanna be my main, wait, we ain’t exclusive
she just wanna put my chains on her, rock that new sh-t
v12, that b-tch geeked, snacked out, we slidin’ like a cruise ship (yeah)
two rounds, brazy, i hit him up, we at that boy like, “ooh, sh-t”
slidin’ through this b-tch, we turn up, bow, we hit that pool stick
smack her back-to-back, i hit this ho just like a volleyball
i just dropped a bag on this drip, boy, that eat mcdonald
i came, glock aside, with my b-tch, she be on demon timin’ (uh)
triple cup, stacked up, i pour it up like fine wine

- pradabagshawty souljaspirits

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