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letra de a song 4 tha bitchez - steez click

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[verse 1: mr. walker]
yeah, i’m a player, but i can’t be coached
girls blowin’ up my phone, cause they wanna chill and smoke
now ain’t that about a b-tch
girls love my style cause i’m wild and talk alotta sh-t
i know this girl named pamela
she couldn’t get at me, so she hollered at my manager
i don’t mind i’m like shorty do the d-mn thang
you know, i love when you make that booty, pop like champagne
you know what the name is
roll wit mr. walker shorty i can make you famous
lil mammas lookin fly from the westside
anything i wanna do she said shes down to ride
rollin with the st–z cl!ck
get your girl wet we about to leave her sea sick
started off in preschool
mastered it in high school
chillin with them college girls doin what they like to

[chorus: j. white]
you can try and hate if you want to
but your girls singin our songs
because they like to (yes they like to)
we let em do, what they like to
(we let em do, what they like to)
you can try and hate if you want to
but your girls singin our songs
because they like to (yes they like to)
we let em do, what they like to
(we let em do, what they like to)

[verse 2: rise]
(st–z cl!ck)
just another day
get a fresh fade on that rapper sh-t
get high, get paid
no need to move weight
movin different b-tches -sses every state
road game n-gga heavyweight
like a train, freight
paper ain’t a thing she gets the lobster
later imma make them legs, shake
ain’t no where in the right mind state
hi haters as i p-ss feelin great
ya girlfriend and her girls are rollin
cause they know we got the purp and the potion
she push notifies the tweets that i be postin
but where we posted?
top floor, door locked
kinky sh-t whole party toasted
just roasted
this sh-ts atrocious
n-gga grab the trojans
i call em lawn chairs the way we fold em
blow ya mind, dynamite
rise n-gga ain’t no kid can hold em

[chorus: j. white]
you can try and hate if you want to
but your girls singin our songs
because they like to (yes they like to)
we let em do, what they like to
(we let em do, what they like to)
you can try and hate if you want to
but your girls singin our songs
because they like to (yes they like to)
we let em do, what they like to
(we let em do, what they like to)

[verse 3: se7en]
(seven!)
gettin high, blowin smoke in the sky
i can see the cloud reflecting off her eyes
no lies, cameras flash
blunt wraps and bubble baths
were burnin bubble kush at her mothers pad
blazin’ with your girl, she don’t have my digits
say she got a boyfriend but she ain’t even wit it
i say im wit it lil mamma
dont trip cause single or not
you can still be my b-tch
my summer tea’s gettin h-lla soaked
gettin blazed on the beach burrnin h-lla dro
adjust the focus on my telescope
you can see the stars staring out the night skies
through a cloud of smoke
yeah if you want it go get it
c4 coupe all cash no credit
pimpin’ hoes on the reg
see me at my shows all the girlies know my name that’s what i’m sayin’

[chorus: j. white]
you can try and hate if you want to
but your girls singin our songs
because they like to (yes they like to)
we let em do, what they like to
(we let em do, what they like to)
you can try and hate if you want to
but your girls singin our songs
because they like to (yes they like to)
we let em do, what they like to
(we let em do, what they like to)

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