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letra de coochie fart - supanovaaa

[chorus]
all these n-ggas want d-ck sucked, b-tches on hands and knees
you can’t get in this club, must gotta pay your fees
i seem to have k!ller p-ssy, way you brag too much ’bout me (talkin’ get you popped)
and all these b-tches must love me, she wanna hop on my beat (this sh-t’ll never flop)
don’t play p-ssy, it can both be ours
play victim if you want to, already handpicked your flowers
how you got a girl and some hoes? ain’t been loyal from the start
p-ssy known for bein’ a water park, love it when the coochie fart

[verse 1]
why you copy who you meet? you actin’ chrisco
don’t be beggin’ me for sh-t you know you not gon’ borrow
i could stack up all your hoes in a single file row
criss cross, new glow, same n-gga, same hoes
iffy, touchy, too touchy, my n-gga
pockets runny, pockets sicky, my n-gga
how you know ’bout me, b-tch, who gave you a petition?
who said i was givin’ hoe? what gave you that suspicion?
that n-gga lyin’ on you, i had him in my edition
he decided to fumble this sh-t, i didn’t give permission
he chose to get wet, trick, he was doin’ the bumpin’ and the slippin’
he acted like the b-tch, he was so d-mn submissive
hm, these n-ggas p-ssy, always want p-ssy
these b-tches pushy, they p-ssy always cookin’
all on my nerves wit’ all that b-tchin’
why you always b-tchin’? (get to movin’, b-tches)
you b-tches p-ssy poppin’ too d-mn hard, it’s quite sickenin’
[verse 2]
you give it up, you that delusional
that n-gga trippin’, you sure that n-gga yours?
his gun might be pink, b-tch, you never know
it was the wrong f-ckin’ time to be vulnerable
this chick had writers block but y’all p-ssed her off
this world too soft, all y’all just grew p-ssy soft
y’all minds just p-ss me off
everything y’all do has p-ssed me off
i got every feel to be right
’cause the sh-t y’all do sets me off
’cause, trust, i’ve never been wrong
i grew up hard, that’s too raw

[verse 3]
some of them n-ggas comin’ back, y’all just rebounds
catchin’ myself laugh all the time, boy, it’s funny how
how in the f-ck they sleep good at night
like they don’t do sh-t outta spite
always gotta diss you n-ggas ’cause i wouldn’t even dare to cross a line
i know how to treat mine
meanin’ my p-ssy and my time
you come back, don’t lie (don’t lie)
you tried and you failed me, i
i’m a good one and you tried to try adultry
hope it hurts a little where your heart beats
[bridge]
you n-ggas ain’t sh-t and y’all know that sh-t
you n-ggas ain’t sh-t and y’all know that sh-t
you n-ggas ain’t sh-t and you know that sh-t
i’m wet, you’d still hit
kid, let them hoes win

- supanovaaa

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