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letra de not yo nigga - pure luxury

[intro: pure luxury]
bro, these b-tches are annoying, bro
b-tches always asking questions, always in a n-gg-‘s business
“oh, who that? oh, where you ’bout to go?”
“oh, oh, y’all cute, oh, that’s your lil’ girlfriend?”
shut up, b-tch, get off my d-ck, d-mn
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch
b-tch, i’m not your n-gg- (ooh)
b-tch, i’m not your n-gg- (ooh)
b-tch, i’m not, b-tch, i’m not
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch

[chorus: pure luxury]
b-tch, i’m not your n-gg- (ooh)
hit your -ss once, why you acting so bitter?
f-ck you and them kids, i am not a time spender
i know i ain’t sh-t, so what’s up with your sister?
i can get any b-tch that i want to
so why the f-ck would you think that i want you?
beat the p-ssy like a real n-gg- supposed to
getting brain at the crib like it’s homeschool

[verse 1: pure luxury]
alright, b-tch, i’m ’bout to break this sh-t down
seen you post me on your ’gram, you need to take that sh-t down
f-cking all my hoes up, you mad a n-gg- chose up
the f-ck up out my crib, and don’t forget to pick your clothes up
b-tch, i’m not your kids f-cking daddy (nope)
them n-gg-s at your house? do not send me the addy
your kids is bad, bad as f-ck, and you know that
so why the f-ck would i ever want to go back?
f-ck what? f-ck who? f-ck me? f-ck you
i want your mama, you can tell granny to come too
i need them commas, lil’ baby, it’s time to thumb through
let from your crib and i f-cked on your neighbor
if i give you d-ck, best know that’s a favor
how you broke when god gave you a throat? (suck a d-ck)
i can put you on fig’, b-tch, this not a joke
yeah, can’t afford it? b-tch, you best abort it (woah)
don’t have no more kids when you know you can’t afford it (stupid b-tch)

[verse 2: nasty nas]
beat that p-ssy out the frame what i’m gon’ do
stop looking at me funny, i don’t know you
if we ain’t f-cking, what the f-ck is we gon’ do?
when you pullin’ up, you bringin’ hoes for the bros too
hit your main b-tch backstage
n-gg-, i be pulling hoes like backpage
n-gg-s mad ’cause n-gg-s ’bout to blow up
we steady countin’ hundred, lil’ n-gg-, we can’t slow up
(b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch)
look, i don’t fall in love, that sh-t weak
steady cappin’ on twitter, all you do is tweet
hop out, come on, let’s h-t the backseat
beat that p-ssy up, now she sweating like an athlete
spend the night, lil’ b-tch, is you crazy?
you need to take your -ss home and care to your baby
pause, b-tch, your uber outside
you better get your sh-t, ’cause on mama, that’s your ride (go)

[outro: pure luxury]
b-tch, i’m not your n-gg- (b-tch)
i’m a hot n-gg-
b-tch, i’m not your n-gg- (ooh, b-tch)
i’m a hot n-gg-
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch

- pure luxury

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