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letra de we gettin it - sahbabii

[intro]
bang
them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds, bands
them bands
let’s get it
let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it
let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it
let’s get it, let’s get it
let’s get it, let’s get it

[chorus]
them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds
my n-ggas, we out here, we drummin’
them thots we f-ckin’, no cuffin’
they bustin’, the trouble, it’s nothin’
i put that thirty to his face if he flexin’
i’ll cut his fingers off, no more textin’
my n-ggas in the field, fool, we reckless
your b-tch in my room gettin’ naked

[verse 1]
big sh-t, we tote that
o-three-nine, we ’bout that
black cars and blackjacks
black glocks with extended mags
h-lla hoes, h-lla bands
i’m higher than a helipad
the gas, chokin’ off h-lla gas
sh-ttin’ on ’em like h-lla ass
b-tch, we through the window like bruh-man
my pockets fat like duh duh man
we cook it up with pyrex
n-ggas lookin’ like, “f-ck the pan”
these b-tches mount and do the team
n-gga, f-ck the can
i’m closer to your b-tch like you is to your brother, man
i hit ’em with that hook like candyman
these n-ggas sweet, they from candy land
wrap a n-gga up like spider-man
these hoes buggin’, need a raid can
she givin’ bald head like hitman
i’m ridin’ ’round doin’ hits, man
i got a magic d-ck, man
i showed her a magic trick, man (b-tch)
[chorus]
them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds
my n-ggas, we out here, we drummin’
them thots we f-ckin’, no cuffin’
they bustin’, the trouble, it’s nothin’
i put that thirty to his face if he flexin’
i’ll cut his fingers off, no more textin’
my n-ggas in the field, fool, we reckless
your b-tch in my room gettin’ naked

[verse 2]
money on my mind, b-tch, i’m tryna get it
i stain for some hundreds, now i’m really tryna spend it
your b-tch p-ssy, i’m in it
that bullsh-t, we with it
all my n-ggas k!llin’
b-tch, don’t get your feelings hurt
i told thottiana f-ckin’ swerve
i’m on the block, boy, you know i’m puttin’ in some work
my guns clappin’ like the b-tches twerk
my n-ggas out here ringin’ bells, boy, i know you heard
tote them twenties, tote them fifties, tote them hundreds
i got the screws in my hair, i spent eight-hundred
them big screws, yeah, them b-tches love it
now she tryna make me her b-tch
[chorus]
them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds
my n-ggas, we out here, we drummin’
them thots we f-ckin’, no cuffin’
they bustin’, the trouble, it’s nothin’
i put that thirty to his face if he flexin’
i’ll cut his fingers off, no more textin’
my n-ggas in the field, fool, we reckless
your b-tch in my room gettin’ naked

[outro]
them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds
them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds
them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds
them twenties, them fifties, them hundreds

- sahbabii

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