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letra de better off - yeocam

i said “shorty, leave”
she like “you serious?” i am
don’t got time for these hoes, but you wan’ f-ck i’m like “yeah”
louis v on my jeans, i been feelin’ like the man
i keep shooters around me, you f-ck with us, they let it blam

like yeah
one up top, we gon’ hit him where he stand
yeah, this bag big, probably filled with bands
count it up, count it up, godd-mn
said that he want smoke, but he don’t got hands
i pull up, slide, catch ‘em, one-two, then we dip
i get a bag, i hit the store, and then i bust down my b-tch
yeah, i might drop a lil’ more just to bust down my wrist
we put them steppas at yo door, man it really came to this

cold
i been so cold lately
swore to god that i went crazy
now it’s f-ck you, ain’t my baby
i hit the blunt and fade away
i take that b-tch straight to the face
not tryin’ to feel nothin’ today so i sit back and k!ll this pain
uh, they keep hittin’ me up but i ain’t answerin’ my phone
i been turnin’ up with bro, we been smokin’ by the o, yeah
who she think she kiddin’?
i’mon’ tell that b-tch to grow up
talkin’ to yo friend ‘bout me
shrug it off like “so what”
so what b-tch, i don’t even care
you do me dirty, do it back, yeah that’s fair
but you won’t want me to take it there
probably posted with a new b-tch, pullin’ on her hair
d-mn
(ay, i am)
i’d be lyin’ if i said that i ain’t still feel somethin’
put that blunt up to my mouth, just so i could feel numb
she tryin’ to f-ck with me, d-mn too late b-tch, ‘cause now i’on’t feel nothin’, oh
huh, heh
one up top, we gon’ hit him where he stand
yeah, this bag big, probably filled with bands
count it up, count it up, godd-mn
said that he want smoke, but he don’t got hands
i pull up, slide, catch ‘em, one-two, then we dip
i get a bag, i hit the store, and then i bust down my b-tch
yeah, i might drop a lil’ more just to bust down my wrist
we put them steppas at yo door, man it really came to this

- yeocam

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