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letra de #idontedate - skyte

[intro]
(yeah)
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah (what, what?)
ok, ok
let’s go
let’s go, let’s go (sh-t)
uh-huh
woah, woah, woah
woah, woah, woah

[verse 1]
yuh
you ain’t amount to nothing in your whole life, d-mn
hoe got me f-cked up, not getting cuffed up, kicked out
she talking ‘bout holding my hand
i got a few opps tryna talking like they make big bucks
don’t ever show no bands
hop in the booth and this hoe getting burnt up
punch in, punch in, jo-jo stand

[bridge]
ok, like ocho bands on the low come in
you a hoe, so d-mn, i don’t know your friends
n-gga opp turned b-tch, [?]
hoes always come back, i’m the yo-yo man
balenci my kicks, i don’t own no vans
that boy in a suit, ain’t no hoco dance
got a flight to new york, i had [?] plans
got a blade on my hip, if the .44 jam
[verse 2]
sh-t jump, mj logo man
dump, dump, b-tch i dump fn’s
skunk, my pack [?] like jam
[?]
put some money on your head, like the keeper from evil within
the b-tch so wet, i might need fins
i’m with my dog, yes, jake and finn
she wanna f-ck, honestly it just depends
bucks, i don’t save up, i just spend
clutch, that’s every time for the win
du-duck, we might just spin it again
me-metal on me, b-tch, i feel like i’m [?]
i pray to god, but every day i still sin
don’t ask me what poke out the jeans, it’s the gen
i slide and take out your whole team with a grin

[verse 3]
b-tch, i’m never missin’
arp to his face now he metal-kissin’
b-tch, i clip i everything, like my metal glitchin’
he dissed me now his brother missin’, bet he won’t check the television
umm, i zoom in this b-tch, i got h-lla vision
umm, she wanna be mine, but i kept the distance
umm, i gave her that meat, i ain’t feed her chicken
with these ravens on me, and [?] better vision
umm, switched up the racks, when i’m [?]
i don’t wanna play with this b-tch no more, so i [?]
i be with bad hoes, i might get suspended
n-gga your chain so fake, [?]
[?]
i don’t unsend no text, b-tch, i meant the message
n-gga’s don’t wanna see your boy get aggressive
put my savings all over your f-cking check-ins
had to slide on my gang, that sh-t [?]
you ain’t talking no pay, but my in-correction
going up with these bands, n-gga, one direction
this hoe stalking my page, man she’s so obsessive
yuh, man this hoe brain impressive
step on these n-ggas, [?]
i ain’t text her back, but i write the message (luh’ b-tch)
[verse 4]
yuh, i’m tryna get rich, don’t wanna face time ho
sent you a sl-t, i heard [?]
ok, these n-ggas lame as a b-tch, and they unoriginal, they take my flow
i’m moving sh-t like a-con ho, pop it off the back, no baseball tho
yo’ b-tch so wet, need a pair of goggles
b-tch, i got stripes, just like, “where is waldo?”
[?], looking like a model
b-tch, i’m pushing speeds, holding on that throttle
and my b-tch so tea, built just like a bottle
boy these ksubi jen’s, you ain’t aristotle
b-tch, i like to sing, and i do no auto
and i got that breeze, like i hit the lotto b-tch
(yeah)

- skyte

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