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letra de fake - redda

[chorus]
yeah, i’m on the pill and it got me too up
she got some racks, yeah, the shawty too up
yeah, that b-tch mad as f-ck ’cause that drank in my cup
she be thinking i’m finna boom all the funds
i’ll kaboom the sh-t on you, i’m in love
goin’ fast in a muhf-ckin’ sp-ceship, b-tch
know that ass got fat, know you changed, lil’ b-tch
know i’m ridin’ round’ town with that drac’, lil’ b-tch
he got ricky, i know that sh-t fake, lil’ b-tch
we got guns, don’t get hit in the face, lil’ b-tch
talkin’ sh-t, you get put in your place like this
he get hit in his face like this
and i’m goin’ to sp-ce on the drink

[verse]
ye-yeah
i’m in cali’ with a bad b-tch, yeah
she a super baddie, love to kiss her
and she from the east, talm ’bout fisher
i should f-ck the b-tch, i know you miss her
i just f-cked the b-tch and then you kissed her
want a pic’, but i don’t know you, mister
that’s your b-tch? she eatin’ me like dessert
i recruit the b-tch, i had to list her
and my pockets swollen like a blister (uh, uh)
you don’t even know me, bae
yeah, she talm ’bout “hold me, bae”
treat you like a trophy, bae
i think we could do this sh-t, baby girl
gotta keep it lowkey, okay?
she think i’ma give the whole f-cking world
you soundin’ like a junkie, okay
video game in my head, yeah
i’m on a perc, i can’t feel no pain, yea h
i be high as sh-t, a f-cking crane, yeah
perc to the head’ll f-ck your cranium
shout out saintracks, like, free ukraine, yeah
yeah, my boy just fled, i don’t blame ’em
goin’ up, on a nos
too stuck, i’m too gone
get your stuff ’cause you gone
and, lil’ b-tch, i get guap, get it gone
we got rocks, yeah, we got stones
get the glock, get ’em gone
on the block, yeah-yeah, wit’ them goons
tryna’ plot, you gon’ lose
that b-tch hot, but she rude
now she not, got her nude
uh, uh
at the club, yeah, the b-tch want a pic’, yeah
steady asking, “what’s that on the fit?,” yeah
you don’t wanna know, it cost a brick, yeah (yeah)
on the f-ckin juice, um
yeah, she hot like tucson
i need two like coupon
need a group of ’em
[chorus]
yeah, i’m on the pill and it got me too up
she got some racks, yeah, the shawty too up
yeah, that b-tch mad as f-ck ’cause that drank in my cup
she be thinking i’m finna boom all the funds
i’ll kaboom the sh-t on you, i’m in love
goin’ fast in a muhf-ckin’ sp-ceship, b-tch
know that ass got fat, know you changed, lil’ b-tch
know i’m ridin’ round’ town with that drac’, lil’ b-tch
he got ricky, i know that sh-t fake, lil’ b-tch
we got guns, don’t get hit in the face, lil’ b-tch
talkin’ sh-t, you get put in your place like this
he get hit in his face like this
and i’m goin’ to sp-ce on the drink

- redda

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