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letra de witcha - steez click

[intro: se7en]
yeah, st–z, st–z click
haha, yeah

[verse 1: se7en]
okay, i’m gone and i been flyin’ for a minute
now i’m landin’, b-tches standin’ in the line just to get with it
we the cool kids
i was rockin’ diamonds in the city
yeah, i’m shinin’, i’ma beat these b-tches blindin’ when they with me (haha)
i’m the king (yeah), just the way, pull up limousine (skrrt)
pop us like a drink but i’m between
p-ss it to the 10 (to the 10)
kush long, couple hits from the bong
and then i’m gone, never try to stick around with girls for too long
’cause they sketchy, like they tryna draw a picture
how you figure she a stripper, cause she can’t a liquor
einstein b-tches give ’em brain watch through the zipper (uh)
and they know i k!lled the p-ssy, mommy call me jack the ripper (wow)
please sipper, we get the party poppin’
saw a couple b-tches dockin’, now we got the rye rockin’
tell ’em we the sh-t, yellin’ “st–z click” (st–z)
louie v around my wrist, when i’m with your b-tch, b-tch

[chorus: se7en]
wh-when i’m with your b-tch
watch she do the spilts
pockets full of chips, diamonds in my wrist
life is too legit, ayy
when i’m with your b-tch, when i’m with your b-tch
when i’m with your b-tch, when i’m with your
wh-when i’m with your b-tch
all she do is d-ck
booty super-thick, got the doobie lit while she suck my… ayy
when i’m with your b-tch, when i’m with your b-tch
when i’m with your b-tch, when i’m with your

[verse 2: rise]
everytime that i’m witchya, we chill, you tryna take pictures
sip on that gin and tonic, fresh lines, a couple dimes
my n-gg-s ’round overtime (yeah)
after hours we burnin’ flowers
yo, home girls twisted, they wanted sour, we’re okay now
take a time out to listen, i know she lifted
makin’ munchies and we with it
the smooth st–z sh-t, that’s pimpin
so check the pimpin’, pimpin’, we livin’ good
but a motherf-ckin’ tryin’ to move to [?]
i can deal with the love, i can deal with the hate
just don’t wanna deal with the fake
that come along with fame, could be eating steaks
but we grown and enchiladas sounded way better on my plate
no hate, ’cause that ain’t gonna make you in the race
pick your team up, dust them off, and show ’em how to keep faith
and when it’s hard to lose your lid, when you’re down
and you can’t see them chips
keep intact like too pay, first she shut me up
with that gourmet brain, so it’s not like i can say “touché”

- steez click

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