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letra de pwr puff - sonyae

[intro]
ooh yeah, yeah, yeah (ah!)

[chorus]
all i really need is a puff
all i really need is a puff
bitties on power puff
i don’t lie, i just bluff
[?] (uh)
[?]
s-x with me, open up
f-ck his face, pucker up (uh)
all i really need is a blunt
all i really need is a blunt
b-tches face powdered up
really cake batter up
f-ck his face, pucker up (uh)
[?]
if i just choke him a little (uh)
s-x with me, he open up

[verse 1]
baby in the streets
baby keep the heat (whew)
baby on your ass if you every f-ck with me (ha)
baby said the bluer the berry, the sweet (uh)
i run up the mall, f-ck i’ma do it a g (huh)
i’ma break him down, he gon give me what i want
he gon ball out, make him cry if i ever leave or front
really take your time just to blow my mind
kiss me til it’s wet, suck you til you dry
if you ever disrespect, i’m gon f-ck your best
ain’t no realer b-tches left, f-cked you with the best (yeah, uh)
[pre-chorus]
baby in the streets
baby keep the heat (uh)
i’m the only the b-tch that keeps baby on his feet (uh)
movie in the sheets
if gas let up the beat, i’ma sing your ass to sleep

[chorus]
all i really need is a puff
all i really need is a puff
bitties on power puff
i don’t lie, i just bluff
[?] (uh)
[?]
s-x with me, open up (uh)
poker face, pucker up (uh)
all i really need is a blunt
all i really need is a blunt
titties on power puff
i ain’t got lie, i’m just blunt (ha)
f-ck his face, pucker up (uh)
[?]
if i just choke him a little (uh)
s-x with me, he open up

[verse 2]
pretty and rich (b-tch)
f-ck up my tits (b-tch)
fire it up (huh)
all on my hit (i got this)
hood nga saying his grace (yum)
went and i f-cked on his face (yes)
he say like chocolate that taste (yas)
he laying d-ck down for days (uh)
baby bout his money and you know i got the money glow
baby need a b-tch that’s gonna always keep the money flow
you know baby [?] if we’re going for the [?]
b-tch i’m me, [?]
baby ain’t no dummy, he know baby blue about the blow (ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
he don’t even care, talking bout us on the radio
he be tryna post us, i think we should keep it low
spit it too fast, and i ride him home f-cking slow (ooh, uh)
[pre-chorus]
baby in the streets
baby keep the heat (uh)
i’m the only the b-tch that keeps baby on his feet (uh)
movie in the sheets
if gas let up the beat, i’ma sing your ass to sleep

- sonyae

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