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letra de ​​anita - ​wolfacejoeyy

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[intro]
huh, okay yuh (yuhhh)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
huh, huh (brrtt, pow)
on me, okay
a 556 on me, okay

[chorus]
lil shawty wanna get high (get high)
we sent that boy to the sky
i think that lil shorty my type (my type)
she high like the 4th of july

[post chorus]
that —- ain’t totin’ no pipe (okay)
they gon’ bark but they never bite
that —- ain’t gettin’ no money, not gettin’ no funds
girl, why would i lie?
f-ck him up, f-ck him up, shorty f-ck him up (okay)
got a bad b-tch with a bubble b-tt (alright, alright)
i hit that lil b-tch then it’s one and done (oh yeah, oh yuh)
she wanna kick it no fifa (no fifa)
she finna sing like aretha
they like “see that lil hoe?” i can’t see hеr (can’t see, yuh)
my lil baby sweet like anita, yuh
[verse 1]
huh, uh, got a hunnid in the bank (hunnid in the bank)
whatchu wanna say? you can call mе joey baby by the way (uh) swear these —- be late
so f-ck it, we gettin’ money any day
(money anyway) gettin’ money anyway
and i’m with the gang
and with us, you cannot hang, no way

[verse 2]
uh, f-ck that sh-t (okay)
my chop finna up that sh-t (okay, okay)
me and 22, yeah we run this sh-t
—- hatin’, they be on my d-ck (they be on my)
no amazon fire but he got a stick (but, he got a stick)
lil baby said that she love my sh-t, uhh
she wanna teanna trump my sh-t (okay)
go ahead lil baby, run that sh-t, uhh (uh-huh)

[verse 3]
lil b-tch i’m just joshin’ (okay)
i done spent like 20 days locked-in (alright)
in my prime and lil b-tch, i ain’t stoppin’ (alright, alright)
‘fore these p-ssy ass —- juh watchin’ (oh yuh)
i been ballin’ so hard like i’m stockton (yuh)
love my songs, she like “boy when you droppin’?” (oh yuh)
i been workin’, but bae, i don’t clock in (uh-huh)
i been back on my sh-t but i’m plottin’ (uh-huh)
[chorus]
(okay) lil shawty wanna get high (get high)
we sent that boy to the sky
i think that lil shorty my type (okay)
she high like the 4th of july

[post chorus]
that —- ain’t totin’ no pipe (alright, alright)
they gon’ bark but they never bite
that —- ain’t gettin’ no money, not gettin’ no funds
girl, why would i lie?
f-ck him up, f-ck him up, shorty f-ck him up
got a bad b-tch with a bubble b-tt (alright)
i hit that lil b-tch then it’s one and done (oh yeah, oh yeah)
she wanna kick it no fifa (no fifa)
she finna sing like aretha
they like “see that lil hoe?” i can’t see her (can’t see, yuh)
my lil baby sweet like anita, yuh
huhh

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