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letra de her & her - rtb mb, rtb chi & rtb capo

her & her lyrics
[intro: rtb capo]
come on, n-gga
capo

[verse 1: rtb capo]
i just got a pint of that— i dropped it in a sprite
i just made your b-tch fall in love, it only took a night
i just hit the store for thirty bands and i don’t even swipe
i just got a ‘bow from pound house, i’m higher than a kite
no cap, we got the hoes, exotic rentals too
stuffin’ b-tches in the cullinan, they hangin’ off the roof
another man can touch a million dollars, i could do it too
you cryin’ over twenty-five hundred, i spent that on my shoes

[verse 2: rtb chi]
i ain’t got no love for no b-tch when she break my rules
i just grabbed two hoes, made ’em mix, i couldn’t even choose
i just put a dog on a leash and make it bark at you
better get your mans, actin’ wild’ll take your heart from you
n-gga outta line, hit his head just like a ritual
i’ma tell a b-tch to tell a b-tch i ain’t got sh-t for you
we was ridin’ ’round with two k’s when it wasn’t sh-t to do
i can make a hundred in a day, i ain’t got sh-t to prove

[verse 3: rtb capo]
touch down, catch me in the yams, i’m mixin’ hoes with hoes
had too many b-tches runnin’ ’round, i did the okie-doke
nick brought back the thirty-ball and i ain’t even go
might catch me in a moncler and it ain’t even snow
my young dog was up off on the plug and now he back broke
put twenty on a n-gga head, now he back on
them percs make your stomach hurt, is you lactose?
i only hit her from the back, broke her backbone
[verse 4: rtb mb]
yeah
i just got a b-tch like to blow me like a saxophone
i don’t even pay for phone, but she blowin’ all my racks, though
this lil’ cuban b-tch do whatever i say like i’m castro
i had a threesome in houston, turned me to an astro
i used to have a bad ho, that’s the past, though
exotic b-tches in the uber, suck me in the last row
magic johnson, ’85, that’s how i pass hoes
you complain about that 3k bet, i spent that on a bag, though
took on her on a trip and then i spinned her like siakam
i keep goin’ back and forth with my exes, they call me malcolm
an opp popped up on my timeline, made me wanna whack him
put some cheese on his head, aaron rodgers, we gon’ pack him
my n-ggas savages, you bring your b-tch around, they ’bout to crack her
my ex crazy as a f-ck, looked at my car and saw a tracker
my n-gga gettin’ money off dot-com, i thought he was a hacker

- rtb mb rtb chi rtb capo

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