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letra de ego. - rac3r stef

[intro: jaydes]
(you have no heart!)
ow, yeah-yeah, oh
yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[chorus: jaydes]
i thought you heard ’bout my ego (yeah)
i cannot f-ck with these people (for real)
n-ggas try copy and paste me (okay)
but they never gon’ be me though (oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
got a lil’ spanish hoe on me (hi, papi)
she getting wet every c-note (‘kay-aye-aye)
i get to my bag like it’s cheetos (uh, woah)
this sh-t get slimey like ‘sito (slimesito)

[verse i: jaydes]
i don’t want to f-ck, girl, i just want the top
n-gga keep talking, should lay off the rocks
but if he keep on talking, he die in a box
stop tryna be something you not
n-ggas gon’ stare at the block when it’s hot
i don’t got to slide, i’m not like my opps
i just sit looking pretty
i’m up in houston like whitney
the gas, it got me lil’ dizzy
i’m tired of all of these n-ggas and b-tches, on god
my n-ggas ain’t never lied to me, still doing fraud
look at my pockets, lil’ n-gga, this sh-t is a lot
bad foreign b-tch got my song on her playlist, now she wanna come to the spot
[verse ii: rac3r stef]
she gon’ come to the spot
stepping in with high fashion
ricky, balenci’, you know we matching
after that b-tch, i pull up with candace
pull out choppas and fns, we blasting
with my shooters, they hitting and dashing
told that lil’ b-tch, “yeah, we ’bout that action”
told that lil’ b-tch, “yeah, we ’bout to smash”, yeah
told that lil’ b-tch, “yeah, we ’bout to pass it”, yeah
spin back with a freak, b-tch wanna have fun, wanna have fun
bad b-tch got the molly up on her tongue, up on her tongue
pink like h-llo kitty, you know it’s on, you know it’s on
blonde pretty b-tch and she looking like brittany
that’s the life of me, ugh
she been tripping-tripping, so i told her, “we done”
get to dipping-dipping, lil’ b-tch, you better run
at the ricky-ricky dropping a couple hund’
spending all of this money while off of the drugs
getting tipsy-tipsy, yeah, we getting f-cked up
pour the fizzy-fizzy, off the lean, getting stuck
she like, “kiss me-kiss me”, tell that b-tch she a bunt
l ass b-tch, get her gone

[chorus: jaydes]
i thought you heard ’bout my ego (yeah)
i cannot f-ck with these people (for real)
n-ggas try copy and paste me (okay)
but they never gon’ be me though (oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
got a lil’ spanish hoe on me (hi, papi)
she getting wet every c-note (‘kay-aye-aye)
i get to my bag like it’s cheetos (uh, woah)
this sh-t get slimey like ‘sito (slimesito)

- rac3r stef

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