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letra de she tired of me - young dro

[intro: young dro & mac boney]
ay, mac!
what’s up, dro
you know how it be, man, shorty tired of n-gga, man (h-ll yeah)
i had to come to you too talking bout this sh-t, homie (you already know, man)
you know what a n-gga be holla all night (man, i still got it)
started got, man (yeah, all night)
wish baddest

[chorus]
oh man, she tired of me (ay!)
oh man, she tired of me (yeah, uh-uh)
oh man, she tired of me (w-what? w-what? ay, check it)
and i still wanna f-ck my b-tch (ay, check this out)

[verse 1: young dro]
ay, look, i tell her stop, she tell me no, i tell her yes, she tell me go
ayo, she heard me on the radio forver had to play me though
she ask me havе i ev’ been in love, i was like, “maybе so
i knew what i would train and go way back up in ’84”
b-tch still feeling love, brought some bread, raise a hat
man, i’m really tripping, my flow stacking my paper fed
b-tch think i’m cheat sh-t, the how in jamaica dreams
i ain’t gon’ waking dough with these hoes hate some baken d-ck
she holla “h-ll no, p-ssy n-gga, i ain’t taken it”
shorty ain’t no slipping on this game, you know i’m acing it
i’ll take it back, man, i done lost my chick
but i still wanna f-ck my b-tch
[chorus]
oh man, she tired of me (ay)
oh man, i don’t fly, homie (uh-uh)
oh man, she tired of me (w-what? w-what? w-what?)
and i still wanna f-ck my b-tch
oh man, she tired of me (ay)
oh man, i don’t fly, homie (uh-uh)
oh man, she tired of me (she tired of what? w-what? w-what?)
and i still wanna f-ck my b-tch

[verse 2: young dro]
my issue know i touch you too, i’m watching you, my watch is blue
my crop look like yacht, blew my five hunnid truck blue
now i got a blue light brand cinema room come
i beat a hand enough of wishes, says she’s tied of love you get (okay)
know i keep the polo clothes on the hoe who f-ck with me
know them b-tches loving me and i can get another key
my status is a dawg og, codeine quarry
lanning me look quarry black and they see the party, yeah
i only stay, but i want 60’s on the purdon
ridin’ through the hood type sh-t i like my girl dome
keeping real, man, i came to you with this sh-t
but i still wanna f-ck my b-tch

[chorus]
oh man, she tired of me (ay)
oh man, i don’t fly, homie (uh-uh)
oh man, she tired of me (w-what? w-what? w-what?)
and i still wanna f-ck my b-tch
oh man, she tired of me (ay)
oh man, i don’t fly, homie (uh-uh)
oh man, she tired of me (w-what? w-what? w-what?)
and i still wanna f-ck my b-tch (let’s go, n-gga)
[verse 3: mac boney]
pick her up, gotta her know she can pack it up and go
building there we’re stacking, baby, ain’t no time to tell me no
you see i’m on another level, everything i say i show
pistol on my side, cause young brother really hate me though
there i go again on that red bull and henn’
and i’m ridin’ by myself and i really need a friend
i can die your number off, but i’m picking up that pen
and i wondering, do you love me or is it all pretend?
cause you never call me up and say you miss your man
trynna write down everything that make my woman understand
but she listening to her friends, what’s a motherf-cking game
but you still wanna f-ck your man

[outro: young dro]
it’s your boy young dro, man
know how it be, n-gga
you’ll play or not, man, you know this visit
don’t have hour all night
ain’t going home, hah
you know what i’m sayin’?
ridin’ down the street on 60’s
you know this, may thang cross your mane, lame
man, i still wanna f-ck this b-tch
you ain’t know, sh-t ain’t going right
you know what i mean?
it’s your boy young dro, man
mac!
yea-yea-yea-yeahhhh, ay!

- young dro

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