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letra de make it look sexy - stunna sandy

[intro]
[?]
i make it look
make it look s-xy
[?]
make it look
make it look s-xy
make it look
make it look s-xy

[chorus]
i go hard but i make it look
i go hard but i make it look s-xy
i’m turned on like i’m nelly
i’m dubbin’ him, i’m on his bestie
think i’m petty, off the jenny
going stupid like ed, edd n eddy
cutting him off, breaking [?] machaette
pretty in person, [?]

[verse 1]
to a b-tch, i’m a brat
[?] catch me on the [?]
get me lit and i’m bringing it back
pass me a bottle, don’t know how to act
i know i’m the baddest
i got it tight, like, who lookin’ the maddest?
if i want it, i already have it
gotta get to it, this sh-t is a habbit
i’m the face of the [?] frontline
runnin’ thе race, i’m on go like it’s crunch time
with a shootеr like free throw
[?] like zero
i got that b-tch mad
i can’t argue over what i had
gotta get to the bag
if they in my section, they all bad
[chorus]
i go hard but i make it look
i go hard but i make it look s-xy
i’m turned on like i’m nelly
i’m dubbin’ him, i’m on his bestie
think i’m petty, off the jenny
going stupid like ed, edd n eddy
cutting him off, breaking [?] machaette
pretty in person, [?]

[verse 2]
i back in when i’m parking
i’m cuttin’ up, carbon
finish it if you start it
leave her in pain, martin
she tight so i’m getting her tighter
who got [?]
keep a shooter ’cause i’m not a fighter
leave her flat on the floor like a tire
don’t tell me ’bout what you did
i rather see what it is
twenty two with no kids
i’m too f-cking lit
my shooter [?] like [?]
he f-ck around and turn you to a hashtag
you can find me where the bag at
[chorus]
i go hard but i make it look
i go hard but i make it look s-xy
i’m turned on like i’m nelly
i’m dubbin’ him, i’m on his bestie
think i’m petty, off the jenny
going stupid like ed, edd n eddy
cutting him off, breaking [?] machaette
pretty in person, [?]

[verse 3]
keep my phone on dnd
we ridin’ around in a [?]
n0body seein’ me
can’t come to my crib, this a [?]
i don’t zip it, i roll it
i’m not buyin’ if you didn’t grow it
i’m a hood poet
if you looked this good, you would show it

- stunna sandy

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