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letra de fuck with me - santa sallet

intro:
you n-ggas thought you were sl!ck huh?
you n-ggas thought you were mtv huh?
you n-ggas thought you could f-ck with santa huh?

hook:
you can’t f-ck with me
got your b-tch at the crib and she in love with me
got a million dollar cash keep me company
and none of you n-ggas can f-ck with me
f-ck with me (f-ck with me)
f-ck with me (f-ck with me)
f-ck with meeeeeeeeeeeee
f-ck with meeee
no you can’t f-ck with meeeeeeeeeeeee
f-ck with me, f-ck with me
f-ck with me, you can’t
f-ck with me!
verse 1:
no, you can’t f-ck with me
got your b-tch and she in love with me, sipping bubbly
i be buzzing in that bubbleb-tt like a bumblebee
busy busting out some banging beats on some double ds
i be making money spending money exponentially
gonna make a billion cash or money be the death of me
i just met some girls and they all wanna be friends with me
they say three’s a crowd but my d-ck needs some company
catching all these freaks like a pokemon trainer
when you see me, stranger danger
n-gga i’m deranged
shooting all these shots out the range
playing tricks on these hoes, like hermione granger
ta-da!
you over here, i’m la-bas
dressed head to toe in fresh prada!
n-gga i’m badder, no you can’t tell me nada
i dont give a bombaclaat n-gga, suck ya moda

hook:
f-ck with me
got your b-tch at the crib and she in love with me
got a million dollar cash keep me company
and none of you these n-ggas can f-ck with me
f-ck with me (f-ck with me)
f-ck with me (f-ck with me)
f-ck with meeeeeeeeeeeee
f-ck with meeee
no you can’t f-ck with meeeeeeeeeeeee
f-ck with me, f-ck with me
f-ck with me, you can’t
f-ck with me!
verse 2:
i’m going to the top top
where top top b-tches gimme top top
yea i made a lot lot; cooked it out pot hot
better watch the shot clock; always keep my shot hot
n-gga i’ma shotta
see me when i’m hustling on the blokka
b-tch better have my money brapp-brapp
n-gga i won’t stop-stop
i’ma keep hustling until the day i drop-drop
cream is the crop crop
n-ggas call me jordan, from the way i hip hop
tipping on my tip toes as i toe tip the tip top
see me when i’m soaring, flying with this drip drop
whip so sick i can’t get it out the pit stop
weed so loud, i can’t take it out the ziplock
n-gga got big stock
jewelry box looking like a gift shop
got a new wrist watch, the one without the tick tock so the only tick tock you gon hear is from my flip flops

hook:
f-ck with me
got your b-tch at the crib and she in love with me
got a million dollar cash keep me company
and none of these n-ggas can f-ck with me
f-ck with me (f-ck with me)
f-ck with me (f-ck with me)
f-ck with meeeeeeeeeeeee
f-ck with meeee
no you can’t f-ck with meeeeeeeeeeeee
f-ck with me, f-ck with me
f-ck with me, you can’t
f-ck with me!

- santa sallet

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