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letra de too many times ft. kayo - victor

woah
kayo and vic
kayo and vic
kayo-
aye

[verse 1]
aye
jump out and catch me an opp
i was telling the waiter to bring it with rocks
and he told me he got it, he knows how we rock
put on a vest, lil bro think he lancey
“i want it in 8” what i’m telling balenci
my shooter will flock it if he get offended
he’s dangerous so watch who you mention
aye, i gotta tint up the v
put a lil hoe on the leash
box too hot couldn’t breathe
t’d and it took me some weeks
6×2 trying to stop us
the sh-t in the whip didn’t come from the doctor
i’m hoping that none of these boys anacondas
i’m hoping the weapon thе brought doesn’t prosper
i could get him droppеd, man, it’s not that expensive
jodeci, using the trial as audition
tech in my soda, i’m not even breathing
somebody fold, i don’t know the reason
n—– like this getting rolled in my city
trust in myself and my glock till it’s finished
the paper i got, influencing decisions
bank in my room, they couldn’t freeze it
we all getting money but i get it quickest
we all getting hoes but i get mine from livefast
sh-t getting deeper and deeper, i get that
ha, ha, ha, that n-gga been mad
biting my swag, it ain’t n0body feed him
outside and we don’t ever see them
heart don’t break no more cause i fixed that
working her glutes, she knows it’s my weakness
[interlude]
yeah
too many times (too many times)
too many times (too many times)
i let it slide (yeah)
i see you for who you are
i don’t like what you got inside (got inside)
but i like how you feel inside
soft, too sweet (sweet), too sweet (sweet)
got me-
got me too geeked (geeked), too geeked
oweee, oh

[verse 2]
uh huh (yeah)
uh huh (yeah)
uh huh (uh)
uh huh, uh huh
i got a bad b—- yeah, i keep switching up
i’m with my big bro and we keep sipping up
he passed the ball aye n—- i pick it up
i’m on this beat yeah n—-, i f— it up
do a bad b—- too playa, we breaking up
cause that b—- mad how i just kiss the cup
uh huh
uh huh
uh huh
uh huh
uh huh (yeah)
uh huh (yeah)
uh huh (yeah)
uh huh
mad as a b—-, n-gga i just don’t give a f—
he think he running this s— but he’s my son
my d-ck in her mouth like a packet of caprisun
n—– be cap and they do that s— all the time
breaking her back i can feel my d-ck in her spine
sippin’ on mud but i swear that i’m doing fine
he asked for a verse and i told him i don’t got the time
never ever, ever do i really ever get the time
uh huh
uh huh
uh huh
yeah
uh huh
uh huh
uh huh
big body benz n—- i’m living lavish
in a matte black coupe, it ain’t no maserati
all of my n—– they scamming and flocking
big body truck and we call it a bird
i just talk on my phone, i don’t care if you heard
and the whip came back and i swear i got plenty
bluetooth bands and a bag from france
i just do different sh-t and i see how they acting
chopper go “graooow” let me see how they packin’

- victor

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