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Letra : Sheisty* (Snippet)
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(Yeah, yeah, go)
Woke up feelin' sheisty
I'm on a, uh
Yeah, uh-huh
Who the hell is Carlo?
Woke up feelin' sheisty
Give me that pu**y nicely
100 thousand on an ice piece
Finna f**k a Pisces
50 hoes wanna be wifey
That’s just too unlikely
Pull up 6 deep just like the Isleys
Pick ya next move wisely
They say talk is cheap but f**k that my convo pricey
200 racks inside that shoebox, b*t*h it ain’t no Nikes
She think I’m finna trick, I told her don’t get too excited
n***a touch one hair on top my head them boys inciting riots
I f**k her from the back and grip her neck, this b*t*h can’t keep quiet
This big bad hood she said you from, is lookin' mighty quiet
I only eat my main b*t*h pu**y, I’m on a strict diet
My shooter lookin' like a center, homie 6'5
Could kill me once could even kill me twice, sh*t I got six lives
I’m thinkin' movin' to Africa to marry 6 wife’s
I’m in New York we still got several poles and seven big knives
Might take his life for tellin' several lies, can't let sh*t fly
'Cause is we do he’ll tell the next guy, and then it’s all bad
Who said he could come around this side without a hall pass
I used to tweak pourin' 4’s a wock inside a wine glass
These n***as burnt, all tryna pop xans for a bypass
(Yeah, yeah, go)
Woke up feelin' sheisty
I'm on a, uh
Yeah, uh-huh
Who the hell is Carlo?
Woke up feelin' sheisty
Give me that pu**y nicely
100 thousand on an ice piece
Finna f**k a Pisces
50 hoes wanna be wifey
That’s just too unlikely
Pull up 6 deep just like the Isleys
Pick ya next move wisely
They say talk is cheap but f**k that my convo pricey
200 racks inside that shoebox, b*t*h it ain’t no Nikes
She think I’m finna trick, I told her don’t get too excited
n***a touch one hair on top my head them boys inciting riots
I f**k her from the back and grip her neck, this b*t*h can’t keep quiet
This big bad hood she said you from, is lookin' mighty quiet
I only eat my main b*t*h pu**y, I’m on a strict diet
My shooter lookin' like a center, homie 6'5
Could kill me once could even kill me twice, sh*t I got six lives
I’m thinkin' movin' to Africa to marry 6 wife’s
I’m in New York we still got several poles and seven big knives
Might take his life for tellin' several lies, can't let sh*t fly
'Cause is we do he’ll tell the next guy, and then it’s all bad
Who said he could come around this side without a hall pass
I used to tweak pourin' 4’s a wock inside a wine glass
These n***as burnt, all tryna pop xans for a bypass
