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letra de bitches! - smtod

[intro: fugazi naz]
yuh
what the f-ck is this n-gga?
(hey ty, wake up) yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh

[chorus: fugazi naz & iso]
b-tches be sinkin’ and b-tches be creepin’
and b-tches be snitchin’ and b-tches be clingin’
b-tches be trippin’ and b-tches be slippin’
and b-tches be rippin’ and b-tches be hittin’
b-tches be trippin’ and b-tches be slippin’ (i cannot trust none these b-tches)
and b-tches be rippin’ and b-tches be hittin’ (i cannot trust none these b-tches)
b-tches be trippin’ and b-tches be b-tchin’ (i cannot trust none these b-tchеs)
and b-tches be dippin’ and b-tches bе rippin’ (all of them b-tches be trippin’)

[verse 1: fugazi naz]
run it up, commas are speedin’ like sonic, bruh
don’t give a f-ck ’bout these n-ggas, i’m moderate
need an accountant, my money keep stackin’ up
she said she want it, i told her “go back it up”
i [?] speakin’, the f-ck is a duh-duh-duh?
learn to go speak so you don’t need a stutterer (hey, hey)
givin’ you n-ggas reasons like a plethora
settin’ up my n-ggas, give ’em an alia
[verse 2: iso]
i let you block that sh-t like [?]
puff out my chest, b-tch i’m drunk off that hennessy
uh, that boy a b-tch, he a son of me
i do not care if i’m makin’ new enemies
uh, you got these broke n-ggas tendencies
when i get money, i’ll drip in givenchy
uh, yes b-tch, i’ll sh-t on your legacy
don’t need to flex, i’ll still k!ll you with jealousy (ayy, ayy)
that b-tch [?], shut the f-ck up
she talkin’ crazy, get d-ck in her guts
not in the game, yeah you finna get cut
if you really ’bout it, then show me what’s up
woah, huh, ayy
droppin’ that b-tch to the flo’, ayy (woah)
droppin’ that b-tch in the coke, ayy (woah)
all in my circle, we go, go, ayy

[chorus: fugazi naz & iso]
b-tches be sinkin’ and b-tches be creepin’
and b-tches be snitchin’ and b-tches be clingin’
b-tches be trippin’ and b-tches be slippin’
and b-tches be rippin’ and b-tches be hittin’
b-tches be trippin’ and b-tches be slippin’ (i cannot trust none these b-tches)
and b-tches be rippin’ and b-tches be hittin’ (i cannot trust none these b-tches)
b-tches be trippin’ and b-tches be b-tchin’ (i cannot trust none these b-tches)
and b-tches be dippin’ and b-tches be rippin’ (all of them b-tches be trippin’, yuh)
[outro: fugazi naz & iso]
ahhhh
oh my god
ayy

- smtod

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