letra de up & down - saucy santana
[intro: saucy santana, mulatto]
big latto, latto got a lotto, not hitting the m-th-f-cking jackpot, b-tch
[chorus: saucy santana, mulatto]
i’m looking for a boss n-gga, not a lost n-gga
give a f-ck bout a hatin’ ass hoe
bend it over, touch my toes, imma take that n-gga soul
real b-tch’ll get down on the floor
going up and down the pole
up and down the pole
if you got it, throw some more
up and down she go
[verse 1: saucy santana]
knock, knock, them gorillas at the door
ready to take her down, slash a n-gga throat
be for real, boy, you don’t want the smoke
i been trappin’, been gettin’ outta stores
now up in the a with the big latto
musclin’ through, call me johnny bravo
real b-tches, y’all here that sound?
sh-ttin’ on them hoes, no doo-doo brown
florida b-tch, ready to scrub the ground
with my air force 1’s when i’m in they town
guns and s-x, going round for round
that n-gga selling big bricks, going pound for pound
i’m lookin’ for a boss n-gga, i’m a boss b-tch
abracadabra, is you ready for a trick?
i don’t need no company, i like commas
f-ck them kids, no baby mama drama
[chorus: saucy santana, mulatto]
i’m looking for a boss n-gga, not a lost n-gga
give a f-ck bout a hatin’ ass hoe
bend it over, touch my toes, imma take that n-gga soul
real b-tch’ll get down on the floor
going up and down the pole
up and down the pole
if you got it, throw some more
up and down she go
[verse 2: mulatto]
send the baddest b-tches to the vip
i’m a real gutter b-tch and a freak in the sheets
if a n-gga play with me, i ain’t keyin’ the g
imma walk him like a dog, imma give him the leash
i got a face like new-new and a body like buffy
might let him hit the latto if he lucky
i need a bad boy like puffy, give him that cuddy
imma put it in his mouth ‘fore he f-ck me
real freak b-tch, i’ll f-ck a n-gga bad
i ain’t into girls, but i always stay strapped
f-ck a sneak diss, drop a name on wack
b-tch, how bout you get your weave pushed back?
just turned 21 and already up a mil
i’m the youngest in charge and i do this sh-t for real
i ain’t cryin’ over n-ggas, imma show ’em how it feel
cut a check on this p-ssy, n-gga, do we got a deal?
[chorus: saucy santana, mulatto]
i’m looking for a boss n-gga, not a lost n-gga
give a f-ck bout a hatin’ ass hoe
bend it over, touch my toes, imma take that n-gga soul
real b-tch’ll get down on the floor
going up and down the pole
up and down the pole
if you got it, throw some more
up and down she go
[outro]
tre trax, i think we got one
it’s trap season, bruh
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