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letra de joe biden - semi homie

[intro]
(uh, uh, uh) (hey gotti, i’m f-cking with this one)
(uh, hey gotti)
(what you on? uh)
(facts, uh, i ride with that uh)

[chorus]
dang, b-tch playing with her p-ssy with a rose
i [?] i stick to the street code
but i’m dragging on b-tches that don’t know their worth
i’m getting her good i keep saying “worse”
she text me she miss me i text her back “worse”
she asked when she gon’ see me i told her “on the 41st” (never b-tch)
pick her friend over her ’cause the b-tch wasn’t thick enough
you ain’t f-cking with homie your gun ain’t even big enough
dang, b-tch playing with her p-ssy with a rose
i [?] i stick to the street code
but i’m dragging on b-tches that don’t know their worth
i’m getting her good i keep saying “worse”
she text me she miss me i text her back “worse”
she asked when she gon’ see me i told her “on the 41st”
pick her friend over her ’cause the b-tch wasn’t thick enough
you ain’t f-cking with homie your gun ain’t even big enough

[verse]
b-tch why is you calling my phone? i’m occupied
i could hit off the brake i ain’t waiting i got bad eyes
n-gga throwing me off sitting around me with broke vibes
i ain’t spinning with mo he giving me he’ll choke vibes
put this glock to your face what you gotta tell joe biden?
what’s up bro? i thought we was men why you doing this? (haha)
i got a top notch b-tch you ain’t f-cking this
this g22 like my son you ain’t watching this
better pay attention when i’m quiet [?]
sweet-ass head down on his phone [?]
[?] guns out the window i know i’ma [?] him
b-tch head in my lap i can’t see over my steering wheel
’bout to catch forty racks give a f-ck if you hating
they need to free glo he on a little vacation
f-cking the sh-t out her mouth she gotta tighten up her braces
free bro he got active with a computer on his ankle
having s-x with this b-tch and we f-cking [?]
i ain’t sign off some sh-t so i’m always on high alert
b-tch we can go out to eat after you eat you know what’s up
we running the north b-tch it’s hard not to notice us
all these big-ass calibers got dropped they know it’s us
bro telling me take my time i’m always tryna rush
you a part-time toter your gun ain’t even [?] up
trying to bag him off the brick bro telling me “ease up”
b-tch how you wan’ f-ck but ain’t arching your back?
cuz playing with them bags he pushing them packs
i be dragging on the opps and they listen ’cause it’s facts
how you slapping a fifty with fifteen shots?
how you talking ’bout pushing up on me and you ain’t got no money?
this n-gga keep tipping ’em i think he a undie
uh, uh, i ain’t gon’ lie was gon’ hop out and bag him with his daughter but i thought ’bout my niece
you play with this bag hang your ass by a tree
b-tch you broke as sh-t you dependent on me (broke ass)
i ain’t letting my car warm up give a f-ck if it’s two degrees (facts)
bro high as sh-t he just lost the free car keys (d-mn)
[chorus]
dang, b-tch playing with her p-ssy with a rose (uh)
i make [?] i stick to the street code (uh, uh, uh)
but i’m dragging on b-tches that don’t know their worth (i’m dragging on ’em)
i’m getting her good i keep saying “worse”
she text me she miss me i text her back “worse”
she asked when she gon’ see me i told her “on the 41st” (never b-tch)
pick her friend over her ’cause the b-tch wasn’t thick enough
you ain’t f-cking with homie your gun ain’t even big enough
dang, b-tch playing with her p-ssy with a rose
i make [?] i stick to the street code (uh)
but i’m dragging on b-tches that don’t know their worth (i’m dragging on ’em)
i’m getting her good i keep saying “worse”
she text me she miss me i text her back “worse” ([?])
she asked when she gon’ see me i told her “on the 41st” (never b-tch)
pick her friend over her ’cause the b-tch wasn’t thick enough
you ain’t f-cking with homie your gun ain’t even big enough ([?] caliber)

- semi homie

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