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letra de for a price - wint

[intro]
wintr, stop f-cking playing with me

[chorus]
yeah, she on go, but she only f-ck for a price
if you, knew, like you said, you did
why the f-ck would you ask for advice
we get, high and go spread wings
no, we don’t need no flight
think you, gon’ find a better n-gga
i think it’s out of spite

[verse]
got my wrist in it for the whole night
you chewing n-ggas for that bites
hop out that car stop his bike
don’t want the bean today, actually, i might
feel like a fiend today, high as a kite
don’t read your messages, hoe take a hike
i might go missing, they don’t call me ike
it get her wet to hear me on the mic
n-ggas fake watering, i know they pike
plastic as h-ll, we treat you like a dyk-
your squad full of losers and failures
brown skin b-tch with a fat ass, she look like azealia
you a b-tch, don’t think they told you yet
boy, i ain’t scared to tell you
trading arms when we under the table
i cut a n-gga down like taper
you ain’t safe, you should tell it to a neighbor
shouldn’t be no issues coming to the paper
you a b-tch, it’s time to meet your maker
i ball year round, laker
i can’t pick up the phone, ho, i can’t see you later
it’s a lot of sh-t in my mind, dawg
i don’t even know if i can take it, ha
this sh-t gon’ f-ck my head up
i can’t wait for you, ho, i need my bread up
say you love me, well, b-tch, here’s a medal
walk in all white, my rock diamonds in the middle
pop his head back, got em’ treat like a skittle
baby, you a backwood, they all swishers
i’m tryn’ get up, get up with y’all
we do not work where it’s safe or fair
say what you want, b-tch, i ain’t even here
keepin’ my pace, i’m on record time, yeah
run from the jake, feel adventurous, yeah
i’m tryna get out this motherf-ckin’ lair
need a new mic, it’s too m-ffled in here
do my own stunts, i’m the man of the (year)
savin’ this sh-t, my humanity
i keep it real, why the f-ck is you mad at me
gang drop them shots, leave them f-ck n-ggas scrambling
know, i’m the one, lil’ baby, you can’t handle me
i’m scorin’ 40, easy, that’s my averaging
number
i turn this b-tch to a runner
i’m gonna run up them hundreds
[chorus]
yeah, she on go, but she only f-ck for a price
if you, knew, like you said, you did
why the f-ck would you ask for advice
we get, high and go spread wings
no, we don’t need no flight
think you, gon’ find a better n-gga
i think it’s out of spite

[outro]
what the f-ck are you doing?

- wint

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