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letra de tabs - prse

(you have no heart)

[verse 1: prse]

t-this b-tch won’t answer
i put you up in the sky like a banner
no i am really not into that banter
but play with me i’ll get you— like a camera (yeah)
your b-tch a scammer
selling her body online a free-lancer
p-ssy get popped like a maf-ckin’ fanta–
(yeah, uh) big glock .45
pots whipping that stove
said he got too many hoes lies
this b-tch already knows i-
half a zip and i’ma go
big ass stick finna’ make him fold, yeah

b-tch i’m god
ex b-tch wanna’ be me on god
i told her no and made that b-tch walk
after i hit she couldn’t even walk, yeah
i spend me a bag
i’m gonna’ blow it in sak’s
or i’m gonna’ blow out her back
if she bad i might pay for hеr tab
why you tripping is you off a tab?
put you on a shirt now everyone sad, yеah
six feet in the dirt
i might be young but i put in the work
i got the green make that b-tch twerk
pour up the lean, pints that we serve
she wanna’ f-ck i told her sure
but that b-tch was a sl-t, so i curved
(yeah, you have no heart)

[verse 2: jaydes]

ha, he get hit—huh hit up
risk but my wrists cut
we could get this b-tch rocked
posted with that big stuff
he gon’ get his sh-t jumped
aye, like he gon’ get his sh-t tucked
like get me that ass myself

huh, ain’t pay no price
he talking crazy my n-ggas gon’ slide
i got a popper on me by my side
hang with the opposition you gon’ die
n-gga a b-tch he get sprinkled like rice
my n-ggas jugging finnesing the pints
they be like “jaydes i got a new question
how you a trap n-gga but you-”

where’s your b-tch at?
n-gga talk, get clapped
p-ssy think he big bad
like we gon’ kick his sh-t back
racks he ain’t get that
p-ssy n-ggas staying out
n-ggas know i’m f-cking him
i don’t need no name tag

- prse

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