letra de like this - tr3yway6k & stunna girl
[intro: tr3way6k]
(low the great)
aight, oh, boy, gang (isthattrey)
she want a shooter or he can’t hang with us (gang)
aight, look
[verse 1: tr3way6k]
she want a shooter or he can’t hang with us
i’m a young n-gga, but i’m like the main hitter
know some n-ggas off the four, know some black gorillas
but i’m the n-gga chuck the trey and tell them n-ggas get with us
i’m the extra’d out, face tats, g-ngb-ng n-gga
take a trip to the other side and try to hang me a n-gga
but at the same time, keep it pimpin’, player on these b-tches
got a freak b-tch pay strips and get with it
[verse 2: stunna girl]
finger f-ck me like a trigger, baby, you a dеmon
said he don’t eat p-ssy ’til he mеt me, now he fiendin’
y’all can’t do the sh-t i do, that’s why you b-tches mad
we hoppin’ out of foreigns, b-tches hoppin’ out of cabs
get your get-back, gang, where your get-back?
where your get-back? you ain’t get your sh-t back
pop that p-ssy for the gang like a tic tac
b-tch, hike that ass up, i said hit that, huh
[verse 3: tr3way6k]
ayy, she nasty nasty
pull the d-ck out her p-ssy and bust a nut on her asscheeks
used to walk the blade, elevated, she classy
so i’ma eat it up if she don’t tell n0body
used to corner-store bang, now i’m figueroa poppin’ (gang, b-tch)
and now i’m figueroa poppin’
i give her drunk d-ck, perc’ d-ck, give her hard d-ck
more d-ck, more d-ck, she want more d-ck
lightskin, brown eyes, that’s a bad b-tch
thirty-two inch, long hair, and she slim thick
and i’ma eat it up, but don’t tell n0body
put a zipper on my mouth, i ain’t even tell my partners, ayy
[chorus: tr3way6k]
she never had a n-gga do it like this
i like the way she throw it back, do the split on the d-ck
she want a young hoover n-gga, they can’t do it like this, aight
they can’t do it like this, ayy
she never had a n-gga do it like this
i like the way she throw it back, do the split on the d-ck
she want a young hoover n-gga, they can’t do it like this, aight
they can’t do it like this
[verse 4: stunna girl]
what the f-ck i look like bein’ pressed over d-ck?
drop down to your knees, n-gga, do it with spit
money good, p-ssy good, yeah, you heard i’m the sh-t
why you f-ckin’ with that n-gga and you know he a snitch?
gallery dept. jeans and my ass on thick
this n-gga swear he top opp, but he don’t blow that stick
n-gga, where your rollie at? we finna break your wrist
i said beat that ho ass if she f-ggin’ with strips
[outro: tr3way6k]
i give her drunk d-ck, perc’ d-ck, give her hard d-ck
more d-ck, more d-ck, she want more d-ck
lightskin, brown eyes, that’s a bad b-tch
thirty-two inch, long hair, and she slim thick
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