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letra de my love - yacoo d.b.h.s & ammo, tha warchild

[verse 1: yacoo d.b.h.s]
s-xy, i can’t really explain my words, so lord bless thee
but beauty, swag, curves, and cutie
can i call you my lover?
love your booty, can i make you spin with a swerve?
church, manipulation got me the whole person
hit it with the softy, didn’t even have to make her squirt
if she still hurts, busting, almost blew up
conversate with the bad guy, he told me to tie my game up
pull up in the back, shoot your boots if you’re slack up
and if you ain’t no natural, this gon’ take some practice
the root of all evil, so you’d better stack it
currency, jewеls, paper, or plastic
now, my b-tch guarantees satisfaction
head game that will fog your еyeglasses
touch hind in the dark, she kept adding
she came when it was time to hustle, she kept passing

[verse 2: ammo, tha warchild]
she owe me ’cause my ringtone play our favorite song
now we rockin’ and we knockin’, beat it ’til it’s on
after the climax, it’s time to get it stackin’
the casino presidents see the n-ggas in the back
don’t be scared, baby, go on chase the paper
i pay my m-th-f-ckin’ self so you ain’t doin’ me no favors
careers of l-st, now my game’s worldwide
the motherf-ckin’ apple of any girl’s eye
n-ggas know i stack my paper, no doubt
why you waitin’ and contemplatin’, n-gga, runnin’ yo mouth
i’m sellin’ certified stars to the players
got a n-gga scarred from games for going hard in the paint
feeling like every girl is a lucky strike
she can be a nun in the day and a sl-t by the night
either way, my paper just got multiplied
toss the p-ssy in the air, the money turn to sunshine
[verse 3: kendrick lamar]
you know that time and time again, i can break your wind, i can make you go
to a place that you’ve never been, livin’ on cloud 10, just tell me so
lookin’ at you and your friend, i don’t wanna pretend i want you both
just you, but if she come through, i can make room in this beach condo
you know the n-gga doesn’t lie (n-gga doesn’t lie)
and you on your fifth vodka shot, automatic like a chopper pop
and it’s a habit, lookin’ at your watch
it’s like magic every time you talk
pull caskets out, you k!lled these b-tches
find a rose every time you take it off
my love

- yacoo d b h s ammo tha warchild

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