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letra de return - trapmoneylui

[intro riri]
trapmoneylui make anotha’ hit

[verse 1 trapmoneylui]
i can tell that you came with a caleb flow (ay)
ain’t n0body ever heard of your madi show (ay)
got a b-tch that remind me of my cereal
from britain, when i see her i’m like “cheerio”
yeah micah called asking me if we can win against caleb
i said “we gucci” like the shirts with the snakes on them
i just heard the rumors lil girl now i hate y’all
caleb that will be your last girl like an 8 ball

[verse 2 gleep]
hol’ up wait a minute f-cking girls like im edp (edp)
i got a little girl she sucking me through the sheets
hold up wait a minute, i think i’m off beat
sike i lied i’m not off bеat i’m on his meat
this main b-tch don’t want any smoke with me
now i’m gonna pass it to my bro nika-omili
show еm how it’s done rap that sh-t fo’ me

[verse 3 controlmacky]
everybody hates chris i hate my new b-tch
dirty ass n-ggas baby girl you need some lotion
i know you ain’t talking bout me to your new friends
talkin “my boyfriends so big yeah you know this”
they don’t know sh-t
you don’t know sh-t about me, i was from gray’s creek
782 county
yeah, yeah we shooting at the mobs now
n-gga get me mad so we fighting till the sundown
lights go out but we still ain’t inside
let it run kid better go in and hide
cuz we coming on halloween, we taking your candy
getting your d-ck touch by big d-ck randy
f-cking on your auntie yeah your knees are real ashy
f-ck up on your face n-gga what is that acne
i need you need some skin care products
n-gga mad at me so i’m wearing gucci, prada
yeah i’m a city girl act like a rich b-tch
f-cking up on his n-gga so he buys me a big fish (bird)
sh-ts so cold i can’t see this sh-t
if i got my ice on my diamonds then i’m cold b-tch
like a polar bear n-gga get me mad as sh-t
get my nails done n-gga who the f-ck is this
yeah he coming in my crib like i’m his new b-tch
b-tch get the f-ck out before i kick you
yeah, you knew this we been through this
yeah you ain’t bringing no new hoes
f-ck up on this n-gga yeah that b-tch gonna need new clothes
if i let that b-tch air out she gonna glupose
yeah i need that n-gga like he sugar, like he glucose

- trapmoneylui

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