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letra de abc,s - ybckidmelo

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[chorus: ybckidmelo, cupcakke]
a-b-c-d-e-f-g (okay)
ain’t none of these b-tches is f-ckin’ with me (k, k)
h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p (okay)
man, i ain’t finna sit there, rap this sh-t all the way to z (h-ll no)

[verse 1: ybckidmelo]
b-tches mellow and i’m melo when you know just where i be
chopper make ‘em shake like jello, now that n-gga gotta beat
red tape up on the scene, tell that n-gga rest in peace
we been paper chasin’, n-gga, all we do is count the green
lotta b-tches clappin’ ass when we pull up on the scene
heard she f-cking for a fee but that ho gon’ f-ck for free
heard she got a boyfriend but she stay f-ckin’ with me
b-tch, get down up on your knees before you try to talk to me
she keep blowin’ up my phone, steady sayin’ that she really tryna f-ck with me
‘cause her last n-gga was broke and that p-ssyboy couldn’t pay the fee
i can really get a n-gga going, all that sh-t really take is one g
got these blue faces in my pocket and none of these b-tches comin’ off-beat

[chorus: ybckidmelo, cupcakke]
a-b-c-d-e-f-g (okay)
ain’t none of these b-tches is f-ckin’ with me (k, k)
h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p (okay)
man, i ain’t finna sit there, rap this sh-t all the way to z (h-ll no)
[verse 2: cupcakke]
ayy, a-b-c these nuts, only make-up can make me blush
n-ggas ain’t no sh-t [?]
walk in, i don’t give a f-ck, heavy stepper on ret’ chucks
i pop a n-gga like diet coke, sevenup mixed with some [?]
[?] and i’ma do a n-gga so dirty
but i got a nervous driver, had to ask this n-gga “why the f-ck [?]
keep like two things in my bra, fool a n-gga quick like my titties perky
and these n-ggas ain’t really doin’ numbers, they view count matchin’ their jersey
[?] but let me keep it quiet, these b-tch n-ggas might start a riot
pull up to the crib, now they at the hideout, i should air that b-tch but i’m not a pilot
but i’m ten toes down, no money here now but you know a b-tch crossin’ her fingers
[?] that big drip, i can sing sh-t, why you still lookin’ like the sprinklers, ayy

[chorus: ybckidmelo, cupcakke]
a-b-c-d-e-f-g (okay)
ain’t none of these b-tches is f-ckin’ with me (k, k)
h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p (okay)
man, i ain’t finna sit there, rap this sh-t all the way to z (h-ll no)

[outro]
a-b-c-d-e-f-g
none of these b-tches is f-ckin’ with me
h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p
man, i ain’t finna sit there, rap this sh-t all the way to z

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