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letra de lil mama to my house - young man pit

verse 1 (pit)
nah n-gga we good, i’m smoking strong n-gga we flexin’
ya’ll know who the best is
young man on my necklace, i eat your shorty out for breakfast
catch me in that studio, yeah over there by where trent live
oh yeah my base all high, i’ll ride out flyer than the sky
now shawty play with my emotions, that’s why i’m telling shorty bye
i’d rather mess with shorty cousin cuz shorty told me she was bi
i love the c0ke bottle body, in the south is where you’ll find me
yeah they call a n-gga dirty but i gotta stay clean for a hobby
see real recognize real and i see right through you counterfeits
i be smelling too loud, they say turn it down a bit
i be messing with them shorties even though they got a n-gga
she gon’ make it to the crib, she just gotta find a sitta
currently she making currensy finna call her a spitta
murderous, i’m causing surgery finna off me a n-gga
herbal is all we consider hurt i’m gone in the winter
calling you a looser at the end they gon call me the winner

hook 4x
little n-gga let me find out
i’ma ride out take lil mama to my house
get dome in the benzo, couple pound of the indo
headed to the hideout

verse 2 (emye)
i got this girl in locomotion, i go in deeper than the ocean
soon as i get it in and i get out, i’m gone – hocus pocus
y’all n-ggas know who the dopest, put in tune’s bout to go big
yo girl be rolling through the hideout we ride it like a locomotive
(yeahh… choo choo!)
and we love to roll up…
yeah we smoke all the botanicals we want like we botanist
girl you’re flyer than a lotus, i’ll get you wet as if we boatin’
take you up high – promotion
cowgirl riding on my trojan
(yee haw!)
never get caught up like i’m spiderman
(you tryna tie me down?)
better off catching a leviathan
yeah yeah time again, your morals are too high to sin
you said she celibate, then cool why don’t i buy it then?
d-mn… oh ma you’re heaven sent
(you break a n-gga off)
and i ain’t eva been to heaven since
your n-gga is irrelevant, you chillin in my residence
shorty ain’t even a dime… more like a eleven cents

hook 4x
little n-gga let me find out
i’ma ride out take lil mama to my house
get dome in the benzo, couple pound of the indo
headed to the hideout

verse 3 (emye)
lil mama in my house, p-ssed out on my couch
her man don’t know her whereabouts
she more worried bout me getting in cuz she fiending like a crack spot
(is that right?)
but don’t ever think for a minute that you’re my spouse
hit it raw – crack pipe
gettin in for win, no we winning like the jackpot
then i hand her over like a can a soda
cut and ride that thang like a land mower
there ain’t a thing me and my n-ggas can’t afford
(my n-gga, uh – yeah)
we splitting down 150 thousand
got time for no bullsh-t it’s all business now
don’t really give f ‘bout ya opinions now

- young man pit

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