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letra de locals only - strange love (rap)

turn up cause this bang
running through these hoes, run it ’till they came
i got my other b-tches f-cking with my other b-tches
i got my other b-tches f-cking with my other b-tches

can’t a young n-gga twist tree anymore
hotbox the room put a towel by the door
roll a fat doobie on the porch in my drawls
short know i love it when she on all fours
hawaii coped a brick n-gga now we pouring fours
sleepy in the club but i’m k!lling it for sure
what i got to prove all the ogs approve
and them b-tches love it checkmate now whats your move
a n-gga rubbing elbows with the who’s whose
no scuff on my shoes n-gga roll at least two
when you f-cking with i, n-gga don’t ask why
so hard to stay grounded when you stay sky high
n-ggas hating on the god and they ain’t even try
i’m just trying to kick it n-gga let the fish fry
yea i’m strange but n-gga i ain’t the one
k!ll an mc and catch a body just for fun n-gga

turn up cause this bang
running through these hoes, run it ’till they came
i got my other b-tches f-cking with my other b-tches
i got my other b-tches f-cking with my other b-tches

its nothing we do it, oh its nothing we do it
its nothing we do it, oh its nothing we do it
its nothing we do it, oh its nothing we do it
its nothing we do it, oh its nothing we do it

my girl rock a one piece by the sea sh0r-
private reserve bra only puff pure
wildin’ out like the beasty boys on tour
sick with the pen sorry doc no cure
my old tape slap but let me hit them with some more
coping from the grower n-gga f-ck a weed store
you think she too good but she act like a wh0r-
thirsty for the life now how much you plan to pour
im on the road trying to ford explore
baby in the back seat ride chauffeur
i talk sh-t like barkley, too much to drink
now my doobie saying strange you better spark me, d-mn
my swag taste like haagen dazs on your private body parts
baby is you ’bout it ’bout it
don’t give a f-ck about none of y’all
she whitney huston, i’m the body guard
she ’bout it ’bout it ugh

turn up cause this bang
running through these hoes, run it ’till they came
i got my other b-tches f-cking with my other b-tches
i got my other b-tches f-cking with my other b-tches

its nothing we do it, oh its nothing we do it
its nothing we do it, oh its nothing we do it
its nothing we do it, oh its nothing we do it
its nothing we do it, oh its nothing we do it

- strange love rap

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