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letra de bitch (ft. jackboy toby) - ynw melly

[intro]
big bl!cks
big crip

[hook – jackboy toby]
p-ssy keep it blunt
everybody know i keep a gun
where you from?
say the wrong thing and you get bussed’
juvy scr-p, and partna’
he’ll leave a n-gga slumped
free the guys, i can’t wait, the kennel finally jumped
sack off in the cut, melly count the bucks
we gon’ spin a benz just for talkin’ on that boy
crippin’ but my slime brothers leave a n-gga shook
you don’t want it now, i heard he runnin now

[verse 1 – jackboy toby]
used to be a fighter but i’m dumpin’ now
runnin’ up on me, i hope he change his mind
cuz when it come to pressure, who gon’ win it, you or mine?
we got glizzy’s with them d-cks, you playin’ do or die, okay
big crip, got them sticks all in the couch
big smoke, b-tch we rollin’ all the ounces
do him bad, stand over him and get to bouncin’
got them sticks, so i pray i don’t hear no sigh
watch yo back, cuz most my n-ggas slime
we at your neck, like a pair of tennis diamonds
swing a block, b-tch you know i like surprises
with them sticks, so i pray i don’t hear no sigh
we gotta shoot it out, cuz i ain’t goin’ out, okay
and i ain’t tellin’ crackers sh-t, they gotta find it out, okay
and i been rollin’ like a b-tch, can’t even settle down
and i don’t know if it’s the percy but i’m trippin’ out
[verse 2 – ynw melly]
aye, aye, first n-gga, we all in his mouth
used to have to hide the pistols at melissa house
yeah i’m talkin bout ma, yeah melissa house
now a n-gga got them m’s in his bank account
‘member when we used to hit l!cks with fake guns
then we went at hit a l!ck for some real guns
free up, free the dawgs and free wyan
diamonds water, had to drip, yeah like a pint
and we tryna get another band, another couple
if she f-ckin’ on the crew she gotta f-ck my brothers
and i’m walkin’ in your household, tryna eat your supper
pull up on you, melly baby, slimy motherf-cker
okay slime, slime, slime, get ’em, get ’em gone
shawty wanna f-ck, cuz she see me on patron
he all up on himself, he said he clutchin’ and he with it
pull up on that boy and get to bussin’ at his titty (pow)
fitted, no pity for none of these lil’ bitty-b-tches
melly baby bout action and he down to keep them riches
my n-gga creepin’ through yo sh-t, he cl!ckful, love them wrenches
we been slimin’ for real, really grimy for real
real gutter for real, toby, that’s my brother b-tch
hundred round on the pistol, we totin’ them cutters b-tch
two draco’s and some other f-ckin’ pistols
[?]
and we got the pistol, we gon’ aim it at the victim
pop that b-tch, achoo, how the way we sick him
pop at you, you f-ck with me then forget you
hop back to you b-tch place, you get [?]
[hook]
p-ssy keep it blunt
everybody know i keep a gun
where you from?
say the wrong thing and you get bussed’
juvy scr-p, and partna’
he’ll leave a n-gga slumped
free the guys, i can’t wait, the kennel finally jumped
sack off in the cut, melly count the bucks
we gon’ spin a benz just for talkin’ on that boy
crippin’ but my slime brothers leave a n-gga shook
you don’t want it now, i heard he runnin now

[verse 3 – ynw melly]
pull up, pull up p-ssy n-gga with this hit stick
all these freaky b-tches rip it, ain’t no d-ck pics
and we call that hoe a [?] because her tongue [?]
i got bricks, in the mini ship, ridin’ with them gl!cks
i don’t care, about nothing b-tch, they shoot for me too
omg, who the f-ck is you, who the f-ck is he?
in atlanta, from the 772, a galaxy
ain’t nothing, we bout to go and get the racks b-tch
freaky b-tches kissin’ on me and they lesbian
i made that b-tch f-ck on me
i love my woadie, my good partner and my slime, we bleedin’ you n-ggas slowly
slatt, slap, stop the b-tches ‘fore we poke you
hop, out with sticks and then we rope you
with the yellow taint, b-tch
we ain’t playing with these n-ggas, we got h-lla drac’s, b-tch
i’m on what? what you mean, yeah i’m h-lla straight, b-tch
put this pistol that i got, man it’s h-lla g-y, b-tch
we ain’t playin’ with you n-ggas, don’t keep playin’ with me jhit
cuz this .40 got a d-ck and i’m aimin’ at your rib

- ynw melly

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