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letra de familiar - word play

[chorus]

[verse 1: liltae]
yo, your girl look familiar, she was in my crib just the other day
she was sucking good, like d-mn
that b-tch prolly be sucking the whole hood
she the definition of a real hood b-tch
the way she sucking everybody know that b-tch
she [?] n-gga, wrap yo sh-t
protect your sh-t and don’t ever f-ck that b-tch
don’t end up like magic johnson
just be done and f-ck her once
kick her to the crib, don’t let her stick to ya
she not sick, that b-tch [?]

[chorus]

[verse 2: word play]
bruh i seen that hoe, prolly at a party in the 314
bad -ss though, poking like she on facebook but she a hoe
i ain’t tripping, good girl or sl-t
edward scissorhands, so you know i’m gon cut
my side b-tch calling me while my main b-tch is in the club
n-gga ’bout to be f-cked up this ac is all up in my cup
girl on honor roll and i can see why when she give me dome
i think she from atlanta, so i guess she give that super dome
i don’t know where the f-ck i know her from but i know that that b-tch fine
bad as a m-th-f-cka her -ss need all the prison time
i’m balling in this club tonight, you want a drink? i’m buying
everybody get free shots like we all up at the free throw line

[chorus]

[verse 3: yung double d]
she look familiar like them hundred dollar bills
no 0 to 100 yeah a n-gga stays real
never gon change even with them f-cking mills
yeah that’s real sh-t, f-ck them fakes, i cut ’em off real quick
looking for a bad b-tch, something not average
yeah i got a habit, -ss so fat that a n-gga gotta grasp it
money i’m stacking, reach up to the attic
smashing on tracks i’m a something like a [?]
d-mn what a tragic, y’all just a [?], puff puff p-ssing
n-gga i’m laughing at all you fake -ss f-cks who still think a n-gga ’bout average
i’m going in, straight for the win, that’s real sh-t, no not pretend
i can’t f-ck with you, you better find a friend
i burn all trees you better ask somebody
gather ’round like we in the lobby
got my ink mob n-ggas rolling right behind me
straight taking over, got ’em feeling grimy, what’s up!

[chorus]

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