Corrección Letra f*ck It par YFN Lucci

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Letra

(I love you, Consent)
Uh, uh, uh (Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
Yeah, you know
Money, power, respect, n***a, money and murder, n***a
sh*t we live by
Uh

Ayy, all that biting that you doin', how you ain't got rabies?
That lil' b*t*h want all my time, but I ain't no AP
Told my girl I'ma make her love me more than she hate me
Told lil' bruh that n***a gossip like a lady
Uh, I feel like f**k it, huh
Wreck me another Benz, I feel like f**k it, huh
She mad 'cause I hit her friend, and I was like, "f**k it"
And he mad 'cause I got in and I'm like, "f**k it," yeah
I don't be sayin' slime, but I like my pu**y slimy, yeah
I ain't got time to wrestle, so I snuck the shine in
And if it ain't 'bout no [?][0:55] then don't waste my time then
She told her lil' friend that we was sixty-nining, look

I go get them racks, you already know that, look
Don't talk to me about no lick if you wasn't on that
On the phone with Jackboy, free Lil Kodak, uh
Ayy, you ain't heard? They jacked boy for his Rollie, look
And they took his sh*t, but he gon' say they stole it, huh
How you sellin' nicks, but poppin' like you rollin'?
One thing I can't do is let a n***a owe me
Another thing I can't do is let a ho control me

Look, I can't get my hands dirty, I'm fancy and I'm rich now
I will put them bands all on your head, yeah, I send hits now
I was all on stage in Arkansas and had that b*t*h out (Uh)
And it had a long stick in it, lettin' it stick out
I can't go nowhere without my pole, yeah, I'm lit now
Uh, I was at the fight front row, yeah, I'm big dawg (Look)
And, no, n***a, if you ask a n***a, I ain't tellin' you what my sh*t cost
b*t*h askin' what floor we on, b*t*h, you know we penthouse
If that b*t*h can't keep my blunts rolled, she gettin' kicked out
b*t*h just used to keep them blunts rolled, shawty lit now

Hold up a quick second, Lucci, let me pop my sh*t now
Sixty on my mouthpiece, I be flossin' when I flaunt now
Baby, this Moncler, no we are not drippin' in Lacoste now
Pullin' up McLaren, lil' b*t*h better believe I got my top down
I don't do no burglary, I specialize in kick doors
40 with a d**k, my sh*t be bustin' more than nymphos
Crack up in my pot, my trap be jumpin' like a kangaroo
I don't love no thot, won't buy them rocks, ho, you get switcharoo'd
Diamond got me shinin', got him sneakin' looks like peekaboo
I was way in VA tryna hit a lick with whoopty-whoop
We was jackin' cars, doin' fraud, that's just how we mob
Heard that from afar, run up on me, [?][2:31]
I don't need a job, I broke the knob, I ran up six figures
My flow just hittin' licks, yeah, it's hot, yeah, I caught fever

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