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letra de love dat - sir abe

[intro: sir abe]
d-mn, it’s-
i’m recording in the rain right now, uhm
yeah
i’on care, the grind don’t stop, haha

[chorus: sir abe]
3 am smoking big gas
should i wear the mickie’s or the jay’s? i’m a mix-match
he smoke that x, he bought the whole bag
smoking on that pressure everyday, i need my lungs back
i spit on that p-ssy when i f-ck it and she love that
what the f-ck bro? what these n-ggas on?

[verse 1: sir abe]
i’m invisible, i just know i can’t do nothing wrong
and my n-ggas getting money, yeah, we got it going on
and i’m tryna f-ck, shorty let me know what you on
what you want from me?
n-gga i’m a assh0l-
spinning, i’m a semi [?] n-gga you get backdoored
what you got yo’ mag for?
got a ‘lil mag if a n-gga wanna act hard

[verse 2: malley$hotcupid]
shawty really hate it when i’m sippin’ up the wockhardt
n-gga play with me, he gеt toasted like a pop-tart
i see shooting stars in my dream, what that mеan?
shawty sniffing coke up her nose, she a fiend
in the back smoking dope with the trio
i can’t f-ck with leos
diamonds on my neck, it look like water, call it sea, hoe
and on my neck it’s so icy, turn this chain, made her freeze hoe
now i gotta spin this plug, he give me them drugs, call him, “chico”
margiela on my feet, hoe
huh, blast a n-gga if he get up in the way
i’m the best to ever do it, i feel like i’m great
if she ever cheat on me, take her to her grave
i might die, that’s a lie, i’m forever straight
perkies take the pain away, i can’t feel a thing
[verse 3: sir abe]
and if she wanna play with me, i don’t play no games
getting dollars, i’ma make the money anyway
shawty really wanna hit the store, it’s a [?] day
yeah, i’m crushing on that .40, that [?] never end
and i’m tryna be yo’ n-gga, i ain’t tryna be yo’ friend
i ain’t tryna be yo’ homie when my n-ggas out them bl!cks
load them .40’s up, point them n-ggas to his f-cking head
wait, shoot, prada bae, ain’t nothin’ new
i ain’t tryna f-ck along shorty, you can bring ’em too
sh-t, two man, i’ma f-ck yo’ p-ssy good then f-ck yo’ best friend
but between me and you, you lowkey be giving best head
huh, choppa bricks
sell it for some f-cking nics
c.o.b. and [?], my n-ggas be getting rich
we some misfits
yeah, i ain’t wish sh-t
it feel like it christmas
hit up santa, told him i got a .40 on my wish list
that bih’ really lovin’ me and she give the d-ck a kiss, kiss
if you pull up on me and you shoot, you gon’ miss, miss
we got big sticks
plus my wrist sl!ck
i got all these yellow diamonds like it’s p-ssmas

- sir abe

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