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letra de milkshake (sexy time remix) - queezy_the_gangster

[intro: locked-nkee]
gang

[verse 1: locked-nkee]
got a big ass glock no safety
had to get it cause n-ggas be tryna play me
take that pill i ain’t ready for a baby
i been going crazy
don’t think you can save
had to move different ’cause n-ggas acting fake and shady
big booty b-tch gon’ shake it (ah)
sit on my d-ck tryna break it (uh)
i throw some cash and that b-tch gonna rake it (ah)
he flex some cash on the net imma take it (ah)
they see some cash and they switch, faking, huh (ah)
locked-nkee has awakened
that n-gga a pig, he get burned, bacon, huh
f-ck it let’s get it shaking
beam to his head and that n-gga just fainted
woah
[verse 2: locked-nkee]
back on the regular beat
best d-ck of her life this ain’t regular meat
you want smoke with me? this ain’t regular beef
blue and green lights b-tch these ain’t regular beams
how you bad at this sh-t and you talk like you g.o.a.t.-ed
i’m the real g.o.a.t. so you should keep that noted
b-tch
how you my mans and you folded?
you mad that my pockets stay loaded
f-ck your opinion i don’t give a f-ck what you told them
i really do live what i write so i wrote it, uh
never dealt with all the trolling
just f-ck on your b-tch tell her pass me the trojan
sick of this sh-t pass the gas imma roll it
tinted my whips ’cause the cops stay patrolling, uh
i f-ck a b-tch on some dumb sh-t
big choppa dump sh-t i make a n-gga run quick, uh
kee known to turn up the function
i started rapping know i’m onto something
he started capping that n-gga a snake
i don’t know a josh but i do know a drac (drake)
f-ck on his b-tch tell her get out my face
i’m dropping an ep sorry ’bout the wait
k!lling these beats so she tell me i ate
i ran up my numbers they tell me i’m great
[verse 3: queezy_the_gangster]
she sat on my d-ck tried to break it
wants me to last, b-tch, i ain’t gonna make it
p-ssy in my face, babe, let daddy taste it
you say it’s mine as if i’m the one made it
1 month with my fingers, babygirl, daddy waited
throw you on the bed, baby, you already naked
depression music now i’m back on the hype sh-t
i dissed a toothpick he angrily typing
he cry like a b-tch, little baby is whining
murdered her p-ssy i’m doing a crime, man
go to court for a k!lling i ain’t doing time, man
i ain’t no snitch, b-tch, i ain’t gonna lie, man
f-g dissed me on sports wants me as a line-man

[bridge: locked-nkee]
b-tch i’m just going so dumb
i need ’bout half of a mil’ in a month
i need ’bout double that run me the funds
b-tch i’m gon’ double back
and you can trust in that like
you know i already won
like
’cause b-tch i’m the best
like
i might just skeet on her chest
locked-nkee don’t flex
know i’m up next, b-tch
[outro: locked-nkee]
what n-gga?
come one

- queezy_the_gangster

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