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letra de wylin' - zqnnex

[zqnnex]
like, shorty kinda bad, i’ll have to hit her up in private
i’ma have to hit it, then i’ll take her to the islands
just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin’
shorty lookin’ better with the dough
wait
off the casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin’
b-tches on my phone, i’ma hit it then i’m leavin’
this ain’t for forever, but i’ll give you ‘till the weekend
shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin’

she in love with perc talk (huh)
she took her shirt off
hop up in the benz, green light, we skrrt off
said hе wanna fight, we pull up on him, leave him worsе off
shorty in the crib, and she tryna take her skirt off
swear that she the only one that i’m missing
i can’t have no more that just the neck from these b-tches
can’t f-ck with the fakes, only f-ckin’ with the real sh-t
shorty did me wrong, i’m like f-ck all of these b-tches

got big bands, b-tch i carry like cinco
know my n-ggas shootin’, i ain’t talkin’ no free throw
shorty on me for the bands, she a freak hoe
five figure fit, i ain’t talkin’ no zip code
put you on to brodie if you lookin’ for a zip
know he doin’ jiggas and he packin’ h-lla bricks
say the right thing, he’ll hook you up with the fifth
say the wrong thing, he gon’ hit you with a switch
like, shorty kinda bad, i’ll have to hit her up in private
i’ma have to hit it, then i’ll take her to the islands
just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin’
shorty lookin’ better with the dough
wait
off the casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin’
b-tches on my phone, i’ma hit it then i’m leavin’
this ain’t for forever, but i’ll give you ‘till the weekend
shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin’ (aye, aye, uh)

[loat]
i told her “baby i’m a k!ller”
she know i’m a sinner
i could take a p-ssy boy and hit him with a spinna’
30 gram, 40 gram, 50 gram dealer
i was in the trap, 14 with a heater
put it on heartlock
everything i own (aye)
i still get percentages for selling off my soul (uh)
i ain’t got no soul, i put a bullet through his dome (uh)
i don’t need to catch him, i’ma pull up to his home, like (aye)

they be like “loat ain’t even droppin’ like that”
i find your cousin, and i take him off the map
on the brother that betrayed me
how the f-ck you love sum’ if it don’t bring you payment?
666 on the mo’f-ckin’ drop top
talk down, get mopped
h-llo kitty on the glock
i heard you was a villain now (gang, gang)
i pull up, shoot his ceiling out (yuh, aye)
[zqnnex]
like, shorty kinda bad, i’ll have to hit her up in private
i’ma have to hit it, then i’ll take her to the islands
just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin’
shorty lookin’ better with the dough
wait
off the casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin’
b-tches on my phone, i’ma hit it then i’m leavin’
this ain’t for forever, but i’ll give you ‘till the weekend
shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin’

- zqnnex

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