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letra de 100 - slim 7

“chorus 1:
keep that sh-t a hunnid a hunnid, i run it, i run it
my bank account got so f-ckin’ flooded
man ain’t sh-t something
i busted on her head like concussion
and now she keep crushin’
cuz i just put a bun in her oven

that’s my girl that my stuffin’
we f-ckin’, no bluffin’
she nutted then i nutted
i love it, don’t trust it, she buggin’
she will not let me cuff it, no husband
that’s why i said f-ck it
that’s why i runnin’ out of patience

verse 1:
(okay, here we go again)
took a leap of faith, told death not today
gotta go my way

(i’m like okay here we go again)
keep it billy mays, like i’m oxy-clean
i erase the stains
(i said okay)
run it from the top now
like my view is sittin’ on the city i see top-down
like the new da vinci, i just think outsidе the box now
grindin’ 50-50 like my name is tony hawk, wow
bеt you bout to cop out
i’m throwin’ a party and your girl’s about to pop out
she’s drunk off bacardi now her shirt is like a drop-down
gotta shoutout mims i guess this is why i’m hot now
this is why, this is why i

chorus 2:
keep that sh-t a hunnid a hunnid, i run it, i run it
my bank account got so f-ckin’ flooded
man ain’t that sh-t somethin’
i busted on her head like concussion
and now she keep crushin’
cuz i just put a bun in her oven

that’s my girl that my stuffin’
she ridin’ she buckin’
i eat that p-ssy up like a luncheon
she calls me mclovin’
she’s tuggin’ on my shirt out in public
she rushin’ and fussin’
she said she’s runnin’ out of patience
verse 2:
oh my goodness gracious keep away from fake sh-t
got no f-ckin’ patience, cuz that sh-t is basic
you lookin’ like your h-lla mad prolly cuz you’re nameless
i’m feelin’ like gigachad, end up on the a-list
why the f-ck you aimless
seen the sh-t that’s comin’ i can almost f-ckin’ taste it
when you stay a hunnid you don’t even gotta say sh-t
catch me seeing stars like i’m riding in a sp-ceship
geeked up off them bars, shout out juicy in the matrix
leave that p-ssy achin’
sing her ass a song (yup) like i was clay aiken
better be here long (yup) my heart ain’t for breaking
never feelin’ wrong (nope) like i was awakened
like my choice was taken
i just had to make it
now the money falls
i just gotta rake it
always standin’ tall
and i’m never quakin’
now when duty calls
i’m just bringing home the bacon

chorus:
keep that sh-t a hunnid a hunnid, i run it, i run it
my bank account got so f-ckin flooded
man ain’t sh-t something
i busted on her head like concussion
and now she keep crushin’
cuz i just put a bun in her oven
that’s my girl that my stuffin’
we f-ckin, no bluffing
she nutted then i nutted
i love it, don’t trust it, she buggin’
she will not let me cuff it, no husband
that’s why i said f-ck it
that’s why i running out of patience

“

- slim 7

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