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letra de bymo pt. 2 - the sophomores

chorus: veuveray
when i gave her my mind, she gave me back her soul
she really loves them diamonds, but me, i rather gold
if i throw dollar signs, then she’ll get on a pole
if she gives me her time she’ll start to lose control
when i give her my mind, she gave me back her soul
she really loves them diamonds, but me, i rather gold
if i throw dollar signs, then she’ll get on a pole
if she gives me her time she’ll start to lose control

bridge:
i told her “bust your mind open”, that’s what i’m hopin’
and we can chill, and you can tell me how your time’s goin’

verse 1: veuveray
the worse stress of life she caresses with her curves
built to embrace the sons hustlin’ on the curb
that she bore from her hips
the kiss from her lips makes the males love her strip
and she can make a flip, make a grip
brown eyes reppin’ the wildside
works hard and chills with a g on her down time
kush is the alchemy to us on her balcony
salivating for more, burn a couple calories
hope the neighbors ignore the sounds from my gallery
but to say that it’s p-rn is less than a fallacy
wicked
kick it exquisite through the district
i rolled through the bx with her, s-e-x with her
yes, he flexed in her
yes, she sweats winters and shutters summers muf-cka w-ssup?
ain’t a better feelin’ than a bad b-tch on your nuts
besides money in paper bags, liquor in paper cups
i’m eatin’ halibut with a freaky cali sm-t
talkin’ ’bout eatin’ halle’s b-tt
and if she could tally up all the n-ggas that she f-cked
i’m sorry for the potty-mouth
i’m stuck off the kush, and i ain’t sorry for the cottonmouth
wack mc’s get pam’d out of martin’s house
top shottas point the batty out, bring the shotti out
i’m like lebron in south beach, f-ck it d-wade
it don’t matter to me, as long as we paid

chorus: au jus (2x)
when i give her my mind, she gave me back her soul
she really like them diamonds, but me, i rather gold
if i throw dollar signs, then she’ll get on a pole
if she gives me her time she’ll start to lose control

bridge:
bust ya mind open
and even though that p-ssy’s gorgeous
i was hopin’ that you would bust yo mind open
and even though that thing is pokin’
i was hopin’ that you would bust yo mind open
and even though you gettin’ focused
i was hopin’ that you would bust yo mind open

verse 2: au jus
once upon a time there lived a girl who kept it all inside
she lived terribly ever after, she let that lifestyle trap her
devoted her life… to a wack n-gga’s rhymes
she was engulfed in his p-ssion
forgot to write her own chapter
she feels low, she feels despised
she gettin’ low, she gettin’ high…. most important she gettin’ by
just a black girl tryin’ to make it
chained to emotions like it’s the f-ckin’ slave ship
and you know they say that women use their heart and n-ggas don’t think
well, we all do the same if you ask me
you know they say that life won’t p-ss you by if you don’t blink
you f-ck around and live a bad dream
so

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- the sophomores

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