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letra de celine - quacee

[verse 1]
why you still callin’ my phone?
don’t you see i’m gettin’ chicken?
why won’t you leave me alone?
is you mad that you not winnin’?
oh lord, please don’t be a victim
run- run down, you gettin’ popped
i just took a- and i’m off of the wock’
that lil’ b-tch so chopped
she still let me beat up her box though
but i won’t beat up the box
i just might spin in a tahoe
i just might spin on the opps
i’m goin’ up and n0body could stop
i’m goin’ up, like some motherf-ckin’ stocks
i got a glock in my motherf-ckin’ sock
so if you try run down, you gettin’ flocked
i gotta go, b-tch, look at the time, b-tch, look at the clock
i’mma f-ck her and her friend in a cullinan
just let me finish countin’, man
i get the guap and i put it in duffle’s, man
then i triple, and double it
then i go with your b-tch to the back of the room
but she suckin’ my d-ck, she not f-ckin’ me

[verse 2]
she want celine, but she not gettin’ sh-t, ’cause she not my girl
baby, c’mere, do a lil’ spin, do a lil’ twirl, i’ll give you them pearls
i told the b-tch how she different
she not like them girls, i’ll give you the world
i asked the b-tch, and she wit’ it
red dot, aim it right there at his fitted
yeah, i bought a new coupe, windows tinted
i’m goin’ up, you know i’m committed
f-ck with me, and sh-t get wicked
i f-cked her once, now that b-tch, she addicted
and yes, little girl, this a gift, b-tch
she on the floor, tryna see what this d-ck did
i would f-ck witchu, but you twisted
now she on me, tryna feel on my d-ck print
[outro]
god d-mn, you a fan
why you playin’?
why you hatin’?
can’t f-ck with haters, yeah, they be some haters
on my money grind, b-tch, i’m gettin’ paper
on my money grind, b-tch, i’m gettin’- b-tch, i’m gettin’ paper

- quacee

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