letra de imadethisin10 - young cali
(hook)
f-ckin yo b-tch then i bust on her face and she lickin my nut like it’s f-ckin toothpaste and i do not love her i just wanna f-ck her she f-ckin with me cause she heard i got fame and these n-gg-s be snitches man get in yo lane i don’t f-ck with rats and i don’t f-ck with lames and y’all really some hoes and you heard i got game well lemme show you baby you know i’m with the gang
(verse 1)
well let me tell you how my n-gg-s always get to bussin, if i shoot at you they shoot at them yeah we rushin, then we drive off in a range like it’s nothin, then we be travel go to moscow yeah we russian, if i came here you know d-mn well we f-ckin, i don’t want yo heart baby i don’t want the lovin’, first i do your sister then i do your f-ckin cousin, she say how much you pay for that wrist it’s so bright, baby just know that i don’t no need light, i tell her too much money for me that’s so light, 6 foot 7 money tall as yo wife, stackin my cheese all the way to the ceiling, i just f-ck and dip i don’t catch no other feelings, when i leave the crib she just steady keep on missin, i don’t do no talkin one and shot and i’m dippin, grew up in the streets all i knew was that flippin
(hook)
f-ckin yo b-tch then i bust on her face and she lickin my nut like it’s f-ckin toothpaste and i do not love her i just wanna f-ck her she f-ckin with me cause she heard i got fame and these n-gg-s be snitches man get in yo lane i don’t f-ck with rats and i don’t f-ck with lames and y’all really some hoes and you heard i got game well lemme show you baby you know i’m with the gang
x2
(verse 2)
didn’t i tell y’all stop all the f-ckin cappin? you know all these fake n-gg-s yeah they be acting, i’m ahead of y’all b-tch i’m over lappin, i just be chillin on the grind with the rappin, all of my n-gg-s they really shoot at ops, we screaming f-ck 12 f-ck the m-th-f-ckin cops, everybody wanna see us up in locks, they drinking on henny we sippin on that wok, no rollie no timing no m-th-f-ckin watch, we watching these n-gg-s and no we not hawks, we pull up and shoot at yo block, patek phillipe on the m-th-f-ckin clock
(hook)
f-ckin yo b-tch then i bust on her face and she lickin my nut like it’s f-ckin toothpaste and i do not love her i just wanna f-ck her she f-ckin with me cause she heard i got fame and these n-gg-s be snitches man get in yo lane i don’t f-ck with rats and i don’t f-ck with lames and y’all really some hoes and you heard i got game well lemme show you baby you know i’m with the gang
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