letra de havana - pz'
[intro]
bazzo not playin’, yeah, i know, i know
[chorus]
my new b-tch flew from atlanta to f-ck on a scammer
she knew we was gon’ do her the worst
but all of my b-tches got manners
they light they lil’ candles when they feelin’ down in the dirt
monkey clip filled with bananas, with choppers and hammers
we gettin’ our case from the turks
[verse 1]
shawty so bad, got my hand in her skirt
play with that p-ssy, i’m makin’ her squirt
cash made, man, these n-ggas is twerps
bustin’ my fye in the air like i’m vert
i knew i was chosen, i knew it from birth
these n-ggas can’t be me, i know that it hurt (baow, baow)
[chorus]
my new b-tch flew from atlanta to f-ck on a scammer
she knew we was gon’ do her the worst
but all of my b-tches got manners
they light they lil’ candles when they feelin’ down in the dirt
monkey clip filled with bananas, with choppers and hammers
we gettin’ our case from the turks
[bridge]
but ain’t no b-tch pz’ can’t handle
i move like a phantom, that check always hittin’ the first
b-tch bad, got my hand in her skirt
rich dad, shawty never gon’ work
i be poppin’ my sh-t, bae, i know i’ma flirt (baow)
two hand in that p-ssy, i’m makin’ it burst (baow, baow, baow, baow)
[chorus]
my new b-tch flew from atlanta to f-ck on a scammer
she knew we was gon’ do her the worst
but all of my b-tches got manners
they light they lil’ candles when they feelin’ down in the dirt
monkey clip filled with bananas, with choppers and hammers
we gettin’ our case from the turks
[verse 2]
i’ve been strivin’ for that bag ’cause i know i deserve it
workin’ to stop my lil’ brother from servin’
285, i hate the immersion
how she bounce on that d-ck, she a virgin
i was just in the a, now i’m flyin’ to berlin
rub my hands like muh’ f-ckin’ birdman
they ain’t know me, but now that you know me
i’ve been rappin’, just ask all my homies
bustin’ my fye like my last name is tony
blacked out swaggin’ iike destroy lonely
[outro]
these n-ggas p-ssy, jabroni
only passin’ the blunt to my homie
my b-tch so bad, i might buy her a pony
remkits on me, your fabrics is phony
these n-ggas p-ssy, man, they prey on the weak
i’m ballin’ on n-ggas, gotta take my shot like fred vanvleet (baow, baow, baow, baow)
remember them days at 2nd street
we was just young n-ggas tryin’ to get a check
man, shout out to cleans and rick
they had my back, it was never no sweat
i wouldn’t be on this beat, i confess
and that’s why i’m screamin’, “f-ck the rest”
i’m screamin’, “f-ck the opps”
if we walk ya down, you might need a mop
f-cked his b-tch, now i got his drop
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