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letra de feelings pt. 2 - slimey tay

[intro: slimey tay]
quatro dangerous with da bl!ck

[verse 1: slimey tay fr-brazy]
the first time she ain’t let me in it
like the f-ck are you on, tryna leave me waiting
she said, “soon n-gga, you’ll understand it”
she was right, cause that sh-t fire when i hit it
b-tch was playing with me like a fidget
controlling my soul, that b-tch was really winning
sh-t so crazy got me in my feelings
can’t believe one b-tch got me in my feelings
i knew something was wrong she was handling the tequila
i really thought that one b-tch really was a keeper
b-tch got taste she was listing to khalifa
i like how she tastes shе tastes like aquafina
she’s allеrgic to latex so i gave her it raw
i was really waiting for the p-ssy like i was a dog
first time she listens to me she like, “that sh-t is hard”
like i was despite n-gga, i was tryna get it in a car, ayy
that b-tch smert as f-ck she knew my desires
that p-ssy real tight i f-ck her until i was tired
i like, “how the f-ck is that p-ssy for fire?”
she was on her knees like i was her sire
i should of knew that b-tch playing mind games
one thing the truth that b-tch wasn’t lyin’ (wasn’t lyin’)
i never knew that b-tch really like me
probably mad cause her face got my icing, ayy
was i a book to her, or was she a psychic?
one thing i know, that i was filling her up
one thing i know, that she lit at f-ck
one thing that i-
sh-t, b-tch
i met her at a club, i should better
i thought she was perfect she didn’t took no cheddar
she knew bout amg, she know those the letters
she handles the choppa, the p-p-p-pellers
im dirty like sticks i came out of the mud
she on some lotto sh-t, she f-cked the club up
wait, i just remember sum (what?)
i met the bih from the club
[verse 2: fr-brazy]
i told tay, “ye can’t trust n0body from the club”
the club with the ho’s that go to try f-ck up the club
i told tay, “n-gga we have to get it popping”
if a pimple pulls up to the club you know that we will pop it
if you a rat f-cking in the club, we won’t rock with ’em
if jayson calls me at the club to k!ll an opp, we gone have smoke with ’em
don’t tryna f-ck with me when i’m f-ckin’ eating lobster
yeah i f-ck with your ho’ every time i need my d-ck sucked
when a pimple on a hittin’ spree, i’m gone be the oppa stoppa
you know that ho’ gone pray for me, cause she knows that i’m godson
i don’t even want to letters if i get locked up
i don’t even want no get-back if i get popped up
me & tay in the bmw, we be skeetin’
i ate so much p-ssy, still ain’t seasick
i survived a whole fully, i’m undefeated
i will never let a b-tch hurt my feeling
i was just sittin’ at the club, i was just chillin’
thick b-tch pull me up, i’m gonna hit it
i f-cked so many fishes
some were nice and let me add some additions
im goin’ up like woah, woah, woah
my t–th is real fro-o-oze
your b-tch is real co-o-old
don’t ask how i kno-o-ow
i know how its go-o-o
your b-tch is a ho-o-oe
dirty stick gone need some soa-o-op
dirty gone need a-, oh

- slimey tay

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