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Letra : Sayless
Talkin' all that sh*t, b*t*h
Boy, say less
Really in the field, I ain't gotta wear a vest
And I give her good d**k, she can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
Talkin' all that sh*t, b*t*h
Boy, say less
Really in the streets, I ain't gotta wear a vest
And I give her good d**k, she can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
Girl, why you f**kin' with that n***a?
He a mark
I'm the type to pull up, spark it up when it's dark
Give her good d**k, she can feel it by her heart
Now she talkin' 'bout she love me
I don't even got a heart
What?
B*t*h, I thought I told you
You say you miss the old me but I don't even know you
Keep it playin', pimpin', b*t*h
Just how I'm 'posed to
If I see you in public, hell nah, I won't approach you
Never
B*t*h, why would I do that?
Every bop that I brought to the crib done blew back
Million dollar d**k, all these b*t*hes tryna sue that
And he talkin' real tough
Lil n***a, where your suit at?
Got a hundred plus n***as that want me dead
But I'm still in these streets, still gettin' bread
I be really sad, trippin', and that's on my set
And that boy was a pu**y so I left him wet
I be sinnin' but got God with me, tatted it on my neck
Watch your b*t*h, b*t*h
She still give me neck-neck
Pack it up, box it up like I'm FedEx
Make your b*t*h turn around like a dead end
And I give her good work 'til she clock out
Everybody in the streets know that Bravo really hot now
Shirt off
B*t*h, but I still got my Glock out
Shirt off
B*t*h, but I still got my Glock out
Ay
Talkin' all that sh*t, b*t*h
Boy, say less
Really in the field, I ain't gotta wear a vest
And I give her good d**k, she can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
Talkin' all that sh*t, b*t*h
Boy, say less
Really in the streets, I ain't gotta wear a vest
And I give her good d**k, she can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
B*t*h
I ain't bullsh*tting
Boy, say less
Really in the field, I ain't gotta wear a vest
And I give her good d**k, she can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
Talkin' all that sh*t, b*t*h
Boy, say less
Really in the streets, I ain't gotta wear a vest
And I give her good d**k, she can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
Girl, why you f**kin' with that n***a?
He a mark
I'm the type to pull up, spark it up when it's dark
Give her good d**k, she can feel it by her heart
Now she talkin' 'bout she love me
I don't even got a heart
What?
B*t*h, I thought I told you
You say you miss the old me but I don't even know you
Keep it playin', pimpin', b*t*h
Just how I'm 'posed to
If I see you in public, hell nah, I won't approach you
Never
B*t*h, why would I do that?
Every bop that I brought to the crib done blew back
Million dollar d**k, all these b*t*hes tryna sue that
And he talkin' real tough
Lil n***a, where your suit at?
Got a hundred plus n***as that want me dead
But I'm still in these streets, still gettin' bread
I be really sad, trippin', and that's on my set
And that boy was a pu**y so I left him wet
I be sinnin' but got God with me, tatted it on my neck
Watch your b*t*h, b*t*h
She still give me neck-neck
Pack it up, box it up like I'm FedEx
Make your b*t*h turn around like a dead end
And I give her good work 'til she clock out
Everybody in the streets know that Bravo really hot now
Shirt off
B*t*h, but I still got my Glock out
Shirt off
B*t*h, but I still got my Glock out
Ay
Talkin' all that sh*t, b*t*h
Boy, say less
Really in the field, I ain't gotta wear a vest
And I give her good d**k, she can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
Talkin' all that sh*t, b*t*h
Boy, say less
Really in the streets, I ain't gotta wear a vest
And I give her good d**k, she can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
She can feel it in her chest
B*t*h
I ain't bullsh*tting
