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letra de where he go - tuggie da kid

[hook (x2): g. o]
finesse me a n-gg- then hit the road
i play these hoes like a ps4
she opens her legs, guess i’m rolling stones
did i f-ck your b-tch? you may never know
i f-ck some hoes and they tell a soul
just p-ss ‘em around like a merry-go
do you got a [?] sh-t, like there he go
then i open that sh-t like where he go?

[verse 1: tuggie da kid]
finesse me a n-gg- then hit the road
i’m out here by my hustle code
these n-gg-s is fraud, i can’t trust a soul
disrespectin’ the squad get you filled with holes
i’m that new [?] cause i got the juice
police askin’ questions so my mouth on mute
i should be an artist, all the guns i drew
hocus pocus with the forty, it’s in that boy, poof
d-mn, where he go? is that him? goddammit, bro
this nina got me walkin’ like i broke a toe
loud p-ss so strong i think it broke a nose
it’s a brawl in that puss, we goin’ blow for blow
she ride the d-ck, now she goin’ coast to coast
i’m in love with the money, i don’t love these hoes
i’m in love with the money, i don’t love these hoes
all these n-gg-s on instagram flexin’
while i’m tryna figure out which one i’m finessin’
did i f-ck his b-tch? i’ll never confess it
but he mad over b-tch, d-mn, hold up, wait a second
heard the [?] facebook, [?] comin’ at me reckless
so i spray the 40 and leave him walkin’ round headless
his homie at the scene screamin’ “call the paramedic”
don’t think this sh-t is sweet, n-gg- i’m a diabetic
y’alls got a n-gg- feelin’ savage
rollin’ with the four now i’m feelin [?]
smoke a f-ck n-gg-, i turn him into ashes
did i f-ck his b-tch? hear me [?] her like gladice
d-mn, where he go? is that him? goddammit, bro
see, you can catch me in four-nickel-o, glow with my bro
prolly tryna…

[hook (x2)]

[verse 2: bugz]
she like f-ck all that gucci and [?] and fendi and luis
she just want some of that oowee
took her to the crib, gave it her raw like sushi
that p-ssy so wet i went tubin’
hot n-gg-, shmoney dance, i’m feelin’ groovy
light, camera, action, babe let’s make a movie
i’mma be bug, okay you be miss oowee
i gave her the 40, she shoot like a uzi
out here doin’ hits, in a pair of trucks
and she gon’ ride, i tell her buckle up
and like a rock star she gon’ turn up
no fetty wap, that’s my trap queen
slavin’ that dough, watch her whip a key
we got loud, we got pills, we got plenty lean
we ballin’ so hard we deserve a ring
told shawty i’m so cuff-a-thot free
swear i never wife a thot, on me
whole time she suck my d-ck right out my sleep
well, she rapin’ me
we just p-ss ‘em and dunk ‘em like they ain’t [?] -ssist
cl-ss buggin’ in session, now get your -ss dismissed
treat these hoes like fairy tales, they don’t exist
finesse a n-gg- for his [?], bet i would his b-tch
would you ride for a n-gg-?
keep it 100, don’t you lie to a n-gg-
put you on a plane, now you fly with a n-gg-
she said “i’m on a drug”, well get high with a n-gg-
would you ride for a n-gg-?
keep it 100, don’t you lie to a n-gg-
put you on a plane, now you fly with a n-gg-
she said “i’m on a drug”, well get high with a n-gg-

[hook (x2)]

- tuggie da kid

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