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letra de are.you.satisfied? - ​swayve

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[chorus]

hop out the four door, b-tch, get with it
carrying sticks, b-tch i ain’t talk quidditch
b-tch tryna swallow my sh-t, don’t spit it
i be thumbin’ all this green, man it look like wicked
rolls royce pull up and the windows be tinted
all the b-tches on me, any mine for the pickin’
sh-ll to his back if we find out that he piggin’
everybody tryna’ link now that i’m winnin’
she tryna get with the clique
we on none of that regular sh-t
pass her to gang, then i split
f-ck all that sh-t, i stay hitting up collin for kits
he never miss
everyone know that we only make hits
she a treesh for the dazzle and glitz, b-tch
[verse]

it seem like every f-ckin’ body
wanna f-ck another’ shawty
man, thesе b-tches, they be shotty
man, thеse people still be sn0bby
rappin, this sh-t is my hobby
like the disk, your sh-t be floppin’
everybody tryna copy
but they could never go do it like me!
making this sh-t while i’m getting degrees
money gon’ last my whole family tree
man, that is all that you really gon’ need
finding a wife, i’m not finding no treesh
f-ckin’ that b-tch then we changing the sheets
money gon’ do anything that we need
everyone knows we elite

f-ck with the gang we gon’ body his sh-t, we gon’ body his sh-t, we gon’ body his sh-t, then we leave
if he a dummy, then we say goodbye to his whip, say goodbye to his whip on the street
if he act funny, then he say goodbye to his b-tch, say goodbye to his b-tch, then she leave
he actin’ bummy, we take all his money, ten shots at his honey, he out on the streets

ten mg in the gummy, got me actin’ funny
man, you know i’m not stunting
smoke a lil’ weed, b-tch, i’m saving my hunnids’
do a couple tricks, stay flipping, stay cuttin’
rappin’ this sh-t, man this sh-t be nothin’
f-ck another b-tch, then i pass her to cousin
f-ck another b-tch, then i pass her to bro
smokin’ on purp, that’s mewtwo dro
[chorus]

hop out the four door, b-tch, get with it
carrying sticks, b-tch i ain’t talk quidditch
b-tch tryna swallow my sh-t, don’t spit it
i be thumbin’ all this green, man it look like wicked
rolls royce pull up and the windows be tinted
all the b-tches on me, any mine for the pickin’
sh-ll to his back if we find out that he piggin’
everybody tryna’ link now that i’m winnin’
she tryna get with the clique
we on none of that regular sh-t
pass her to gang, then i split
f-ck all that sh-t, i stay hitting up collin for kits
he never miss
everyone know that we only make hits
she a treesh for the dazzle and glitz, b-tch

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