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letra de ran outta love - yotti

[intro]
yo, i got b-tches, what′s up?
i got hoes, d-mn
i got b-tches, what’s up?
i got hoes, what’s poppin’?
i got b-tches, what’s goin’?
i got hoes
i’m on some— ha
i’m on some autotune sh-t
i got these b-tches, n-gga

[chorus]
i got hoes, got b-tches, got b-tches
i got hoes, got b-tches, got b-tches (b-tches)
too many b-tches, i ran out of love (ran outta love)
too many perc’s, geeked up on the drugs (drugs, yuh, yuh)
draco hot, boy, i shot the sh-t up (shot the sh-t up)
richlyfe, boy, they ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ us (ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ us)
broke-ass rappers ain’t f-cking wit’ us (blitt)
i ride with that drac’, this sh-t is a must (sh-t is a must)

[verse]
n-ggas be mad, i′m f-ckin’ the baddest
ten out of ten, i f-ck on a ratchet (d-mn)
f-ck on that b-tch while i′m clutchin’ my ratchet (no bap)
hit him up, bleedin’ out blood like a packet (blood)
shawty, she throwin’ that ass, i wan’ smack it (no bap)
n-gga be bogus, they poppin′ out tacky (blatt)
arp, shot sh-t like the akhi (d-mn)
.556 hit him, rip up his body (body)
i′m on the percocet, shawty on molly (yo)
drac’ got a kick, it’s gon’ punt like it’s holly (ayy)
two set three, i’ma let off a volley (what’s up?)
all of my hoes more faker than kylie (more faker than kylie)
kickin′ this motherf-ckin’ knee and taraji (d-mn)
switch on me when i walk in the party (party)
that n-gga diss, then we takin’ his carti’ (what’s up?)
we want a v, we not talkin’ ’bout bari (no)
yo ho goin, godd-mn bro, i’m sorry (i’m sorry)
when i get rich, i’ma slide in a ′rari (i’ma slide in a ‘rari)
play wit’ these b-tches, a game like atari (d-mn)
i′m like an 8, jump in a safari (no bap)
stuck in my ways, won’t tell her i’m sorry (no cap)
when we slide, the sh-t can get gnarly (bwuh)
she for the net, lil′ b-tch icarly (d-mn)
jump off the stage, i’ma jump like hardy (like, d-mn)
b-tch ride d-ck, she gon’ jump like a harley (a harley)
me and lil younn finna roll up on marley (yuh)
me and lil younn finna roll up on marley (lil younn)
i’m out of sp-ce, i geek like a- (lil younn)
i′m out of sp-ce, i geek like a martian
haha, but that’s some whole other sh-t
[chorus]
i got hoes, got b-tches, got b-tches
i got hoes, got b-tches, got b-tches (b-tches)
too many b-tches, i ran out of love (i ran outta love)
too many perc’s, geeked up on the drugs (drugs, yuh, yuh)
draco hot, boy, i shot the sh-t up (shot the sh-t up)
richlyfe, boy, they ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ us (ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ us)
broke-ass rappers ain’t f-cking wit’ us (blitt)
i ride with that drac’, this sh-t is a must (sh-t is a must)

[outro]
n-ggas be mad, i′m f-ckin’ the baddest
ten out of ten, i f-ck on a ratchet (d-mn)
f-ck on that b-tch while i′m clutchin’ my ratchet (no bap)
hit him up, bleedin’ out blood like a packet (blood)
(no bap)

- yotti

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