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letra de try ya luck, pt. 2* - quelly woo

[intro: quelly woo]
(is this glvck?)
yeah

[chorus: quelly woo]
whole lotta–, whole lotta woo
up that choo then you get boomed
got a baddie, she know how to–, uh
i got a baddie, she makin’ it move, like
whole lotta–, whole lotta woo
i see a dizzy, we makin’ him snooze, yeah
i keep a tan in my belt
it’s gettin’ hot, wet him up like phelps
she a freak, let me spit on her tip
she suckin’ my d-ck while i’m rubbin’ her cl-t
get [?] walkin’ down that strip
up choo or you choo back, you gettin’ hit
when i throw [?] them n-ggas dead
in my bag, got me talkin’ my sh-t
knockers on me, i walk with a limp, like
baddie on my body, she want the d-ck, likе
[verse 1: quelly woo]
gllah-gllah, she movin’ them hips
like thе way that she movin’ it, yeah
like the way that she movin’ ’em hips, like
like the way that you movin’ your waist
shorty a baddie, there ain’t no debate
like the way that you movin’ your waist
got that put-that-lil’——in-the-place
talk hot, get shot in your face
i got the [?], like
new g, this clip extended
all of this pain got me feelin’ demented
dig in a bimmer, hope i don’t bent it
she [?], i highly recommend it
f-ck all the opp n-ggas, we [?]
spin that block, put that boy in a blender, gllah
i got a baddie, huh, she told me, “bend it”, gllah, gllah
she told me, “bend it”
she met the woo, said i get her wetter, gllah, gllah
she told me, “bend it”
shorty a baddie, i can’t forget it, gllah, gllah
i can’t forget it, move them hips like a propeller, like
like-like a propeller, like move them hips like a propeller, like
like-like a propeller, move the–, like-like a propeller, gllah, gllah
i’m a star, like, like-like interstellar, gllah, gllah
like interstellar, i’m a star like interstellar
[chorus: quelly woo]
whole lotta–, whole lotta woo
up that choo then you get boomed
got a baddie, she know how to–, uh
i got a baddie, she makin’ it move, like
whole lotta–, whole lotta woo
i see a dizzy, we makin’ him snooze, yeah
i keep a tan in my belt
it’s gettin’ hot, wet him up like phelps
she a freak, let me spit on her tip
she suckin’ my d-ck while i’m rubbin’ her cl-t
get [?] walkin’ down that strip
up choo or you choo back, you gettin’ hit
when i throw [?] them n-ggas dead
in my bag, got me talkin’ my sh-t
knockers on me, i walk with a limp, like
baddie on my body, she want the d-ck, like
whole lotta–, whole lotta woo
up that choo then you get boomed

[verse 2: fr33bandit & set da trend]
like, pop out the cut, i’ma blitz
n-ggas [?] on sh-t
[?] clip
[?] shh

- quelly woo

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