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letra de lordtknows - wint

[verse]
yeah, uh, yeah
i ain’t eatin’ no p-ssy, it’s sour
beat em up cause he p-ssy, no power
we might take off and go by the hour
said she miss me, hoe stream the akbum
way that i beat the p-ssy she need towel
we finna rip them bullets in his bowel
judgment day, i came with my gavel
hop in the wraith, pushin’ the paddle
say what you want, lying half of the battle
we puttin’ work in the spot like cattle
roll me a blunt, i don’t need me a ladder
whip out the drac, make your family sadder
rеwork the stick, make your family mad
mama said, boy, keep your head out your lap
mama pray for mе, my head in them racks
i cannot cuff her no hezi on that
this b-tch a geek, and she tweaked off the brat
f-ck if he’s spitting, he soundin’ like dax
i’m way too polar polar for the trap
don’t have my motorola, hit you back (bee)
good dope, y’all in my pack
yo ho, yeah, i’m off that
i’m winter-sno, my feelings cold
and i need a cup at that
i’m ronda rousey, he mike jordan
i make a n-gga jump back
and the thing you can’t do, too invincible
treat them n-ggas like filling
it ain’t never sunny out of philly
need a pint to get in, these feelings
how you tryna go up, you ain’t put the ground work
put bullets in em, ask em “do it now hurt?”
wint been the greatest since a n-gga childbirth
five-star kush, smokin’ on cloudburst
uh, uh, uh, uh
they down bad tryna, scrounge up
and fake on you
they’ll tell you yes, cause the cake on you
they’ll take from you, and they’ll flake on you
lord knows what they’ll say on you
i been trappin’ out the same venue
tryna’ make my way to you
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
b-tch, uh
b-tch, uh, b-tch, uh
like open your eyes and see what i got goin
b-tch, uh, b-tch, i open your eyes
and see these diamonds pourin’
b-tch, i’m big, i like guap, and i like money flowin
i’m way too lit for this lil’ b-tch
i’m polishing my rick on
got water like asher ward
he a b-tch we ain’t ask that boy
play with p-ssy, she don’t need no toy
can’t talk, she don’t spark no joy
in a top floor with your godd-mn wh0re
if this b-tch need zot, tell her say no more
you smoke all you want, just vacuum wh0re
say b-tch, i got what you asking for, wh0re (lord knows only, lord knows what they say on you)

- wint

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