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letra de pacquiao - prod

[intro]
(ayowiththemayo)
yeah

[chorus]
oh, f-ckin’ your ho and i’m blowin’ her back out
knock out the p-ssy, i’m feelin’ like pacquiao
she throwin’ it back, i’m throwin’ them racks out
she bad, she bad, she pokin’ that ass out
she do the most, she just might cash out
f-cked her so good, think i pulled her lash out
she poppin’ them percs, she might just pass out
bad b-tch wanna come ride but she can’t go where i go
we don’t go where you go
and if you go where i go, you might get shot in your dome
can’t fall in love with no ho, guess you thought it was a joke
and these hoes for everybody so i gotta let ’em go

[verse 1]
go, woah, woah, woah-woah, woah
pour some more, drink some more, lean in my cup
blow some more, smoke some more, gas in my blunt
n-ggas, they mad, know they mad that i stunt
walk out the store with that off-white on my belt
last year i didn’t have none, b-tch, i know how it felt
‘member i was down on my ass, these the cards i was dealt
n-gga, i worked hard, i stacked hard, i bossed up myself
[chorus]
oh, f-ckin’ your ho and i’m blowin’ her back out
knock out the p-ssy, i’m feelin’ like pacquiao
she throwin’ it back, i’m throwin’ them racks out
she bad, she bad, she pokin’ that ass out
she do the most, she just might cash out
f-cked her so good, think i pulled her lash out
she poppin’ them percs, she might just pass out
bad b-tch wanna come ride but she can’t go where i go
we don’t go where you go
and if you go where i go, you might get shot in your dome
can’t fall in love with no ho, guess you thought it was a joke
and these hoes for everybody so i gotta let ’em go

[verse 2]
and these hoes for everybody, know what i’m sayin’?
f-ck a b-tch, want a rollie plain jane
had dreams of the bentley mulsanne
me and my gang together like wu-tang
sprint to the guap, n-gga, like i’m usian
bad b-tch on my d-ck, she ain’t even my boo thing
copped a new chain, i’ma cop a new ring
if they hop on my lane, i’ma make a new lane
if they hop on my wave, i’ma make a new wave
i put gold on my chain, n-gga, we the new wave
yeah, they sleepin’ on me, hope they know it’s too late
i’ma blow on they ass, know i’ll make it one day
and the ice on your neck gon’ melt like a sunday
and this ice on my neck gon’ shine when it’s sunny
got a smile on my face when i count the money
bad b-tch wanna kick it like feng shui
[chorus]
oh, f-ckin’ your ho and i’m blowin’ her back out
knock out the p-ssy, i’m feelin’ like pacquiao
she throwin’ it back, i’m throwin’ them racks out
she bad, she bad, she pokin’ that ass out
she do the most, she just might cash out
f-cked her so good, think i pulled her lash out
she poppin’ them percs, she might just pass out
bad b-tch wanna come ride but she can’t go where i go
we don’t go where you go
and if you go where i go, you might get shot in your dome
can’t fall in love with no ho, guess you thought it was a joke
and these hoes for everybody so i gotta let ’em go

- prod

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