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letra de fetish - yung ro

[intro]
what’s up, man?
petty
is it, man?
i’m good
b-tch, this is how i-, ayy
ayy, chillin’ with these freaks (ayy, who made it? millan made it)

[chorus]
i got a fetish, i like b-tches with pretty t–th and pretty feet (feet)
this sh-t get deep
ho asked me do i love her, i said, “b-tch, i love the streets”
i want a girl that got a problem, can’t stop f-cking with these freaks (d-mn)
i ain’t gotta do too much, i’m lit, when they see me, hoes speak (yeah)
they ain’t gotta know we f-cking, uh-uh, keep that sh-t low-key (low-key)
i don’t like ’em in my business, you know me, i’m cmp (yeah)
p-ssy good, i get yo’ hair done, i keep yo’ sh-t on fleek (yeah)
hundred shots up in the draco, knock down walls, this b-tch a bеast (baow, baow)
[verse 1]
we ain’t talking to no laws, i go deaf, i can’t speak (haha, dеaf)
and nah, we don’t squash beef, we put n-ggas on a tee (brrt, brrt)
the opps think it’s sweet ’cause we ain’t spin in like a week (yeah)
and we don’t get tired of sliding, b-tch, i do this sh-t for dee (bah-bah, yeah)
have you ever got in a shootout and had to wash off with the bleach? (yeah)
have you ever sat in bushes tryna run down on a beast? (oh, yeah?)
have you ever touched a brick, have you feeling like you meech? (yeah)
this glock 19 little, but it’ll knock you off yo’ feet (boom)
and no, i don’t pillow talk to hoes, no, l am too street (yeah)
n-gga, f-ck a drive-by, b-tch, we hoppin’ out on feet (bah-bah)
i ain’t come to smoke (bah) no weed, b-tch, get down on yo’ knees (bah, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)
and i don’t believe in no big homie, n-ggas don’t practice what they preach
them n-ggas k!lled my partner? cool, leave it in the streets (yeah)
them n-ggas gon’ die soon as we find out where they be (yeah, for real)
and i don’t gotta give out money (bah), them hoes gon’ f-ck me ‘cause i’m street (get down)
told lil’ bro, “don’t spare a soul, you better hit everything you see”

[chorus]
i got a fetish, i like b-tches with pretty t–th and pretty feet (feet)
this sh-t get deep (feet)
ho asked me do i love her, i said, “b-tch, i love the streets”
i want a girl that got a problem, can’t stop f-cking with these freaks (d-mn)
i ain’t gotta do too much, i’m lit, when they see me, hoes speak (yeah)
they ain’t gotta know we f-cking, uh-uh, keep that sh-t low-key (low-key)
i don’t like ’em in my business, you know me, i’m cmp (yeah)
p-ssy good, i get yo’ hair done, i keep yo’ sh-t on fleek (on fleek)
hundred shots up in the draco, knock down walls, this b-tch a beast (baow, grrt)
[verse 2]
we got sticks all in this trap house and i can’t slow down for nothin’, baby, this a track hawk (slow down)
i just f-cked this ratchet b-tch and made her tap out (bah)
god, money, and family the only thing that i care ’bout (haha), woah
body after body, let’s have some competition (you see it)
ain’t no squashing beef, f-ck the opposition (skrrt)
we got switches on them glocks, ain’t no such thing as missing (uh-uh)
i go slide by myself, i’m the only witness
this a scat pack (yeah), and i got thirty in this glock (come here), he better back-back (yeah)
i don’t show love (hey) to none of my opps, they gon’ get hash tagged (brrt)
lil’ bro thirteen, he tryna slide with his lil’ bad ass, fah

[outro]
haha, where they at? where they be?
’cause i don’t see ’em on these streets
catch him down bad, do ’em dirty, ’bout they freak
that glocky, that’s my twin, i don’t let ’em in my reach (in my reach)
yeah, where they be?
see ’em on they streets

- yung ro

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