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letra de hunnit - zotiyac

[intro]
“wow, for the win”
“that could be it”
k!llswitch

[verse]
i get the money to spend it then go get some more. boy, this sh-t never finish
i ended up hittin’ that thot, would’ve just got the top but i couldn’t never finish
she want me to pull out my d-ck just to see it, i told the b-tch, “sh-t, you gon’ eat it”
she dm me askin’, “yac, when can we f-ck?” and i told her when she bring them p’s in
don’t n0body love you so you stay in trouble, you don’t really do too much thinkin’
ain’t n0body cut, n-gga, you just got rips in yo’ jeans, how the f-ck you a demon?
half of the time, i don’t know what i’m feelin’, you n-ggas just be in yo’ feeling’s
these n-ggas be bosses until they takes losses, we pull up and sn-tch ’em like children
my n-gga, i’m totin’ a [?] that might be r-t-rded but i ain’t just stupid
but we can get dumb in this b-tch if it come down to it
boy, i don’t do nothin’ except mind my business and n-gga be takin’ up interests
then when i pop out with extended, [?] be lookin’ like there ain’t nothin’ in it
boy, you will get hit with this b-tch, i ain’t gon’ play for fun, i ain’t runnin’ no scrimmage
i know all consequences, if i get the choice and i promise, i’m takin’ that sentence
boy, my raker clean, i’ll wipe yo’ ass out and then go purchase me a new pistol
then get away with this sh-t too ’cause i don’t put the ones that i use in my visuals
just picked up a 43 and this b-tch fit in my jeans like a cell phone
boy, it’s twelve hundred a feat’, if you don’t got the fees, see if you put yo’ self on
the way n-ggas talk and i know n-ggas lost, n-gga, go find somebody to tell on
fish tail out the lot, and we empty them glocks out the back of the whip, hit the tailbone
got a semi that can’t even fit on my hip ’cause the clip on the belt line
you think she in love but that b-tch is on d-ck, come drunk, she drivin’ herself home
suckin’ me up like a cyclone, if i don’t give this ho d-ck then am i wrong?
if she don’t bring bread to the table, its hard for me even to give her a ride home
[hook]
yeah, i need a hundred on my wrist, a hundred in the clip
two hundred on the whip, a hundred on a b-tch
i need four-fifty for this drop, nine hundred on the flip
a hundred every word yac speak, that was six
i need a hundred on my wrist, a hundred in the clip
two hundred on the whip, a hundred on a b-tch
i need four-fifty for this drop, nine hundred on the flip
a hundred every word yac speak (that was six, n-gga)

- zotiyac

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