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Letra : sentimental
ZaySkillz
That my brother, my twin, I cannot forget him
Fetty Wap, I got Jimmy Choo on my denim
We gon' wax him and get him off if he set him
F**k that b*t*h, then I leave, I'm not sentimental
"How the f**k you gon' shoot with no bullets?" Don't worry, my n***a, my gang finna send 'em several
Xanny, Perc', take the high to another level
Money coming, might go get another bezel for my damn wrist
"Who are you?" I be the man, b*t*h
I'm finna tell your momma like I'm Candice
Sucked on my d**k like a plane, I said, "Can this d**k fit inside you? 'Cause I'm finna land this," huh
Yes, I got pеrfect attendance
Short, fat whitе plug, look like Prentiss, huh
That n***a aim isn't excellent, huh
Like, how you gon' shoot and then miss?
That n***a funny like Ed Murphy
Made a play for twenty-five, damn, I meant thirty
I just got done f**king these b*t*hes mad early
Damn, I just looked at my phone and it's 5:30
Told her her pu**y was fishy, I'm not tryna f**k, she confused, she like, "Damn, is it that dirty?"
I'm way too lit off that damn Perky
B*t*h, I be up as a f**k, no, you can't hurt me
Choppa gon' make that boy vanish
Spark up a J on a whole 'nother planet
Oppers be hurting, they snitching like Candice
Run in his crib, take his sh*t like a bandit
Me and Lil' Chris in the cut like a bandage
We making bread and they wish that they had this
I was down bad, had to get to the cabbage
Now look at Bino, his pockets are [?]
B*t*h, I ain't playing games like a pickup
Make a bag, bat it back like a hiccup
Hit the dash on his block, it's a stickup
Said she bad, but she can't keep my d**k up (Oh)
Lil' b*t*h, my money, my money, my money, my money, my money, I'm needing it now
Lil' boy, I'm not sentimental, I ride with the metal, that sh*t get to gunning you down
And free all my dogs in the kennel, my foot on the pedal, I'm coming to get them boys out
I told you I'm not sentimental, I'm not sentimental, I'm just tryna f**k and get out
No, I don't f**k with the jakes, know they bogus
Yeah, I got all kind of ice on me, I'm frozen
Know that Lil' Bino the coldest (Yeah)
I'm the one with all the motion (Yeah)
No, I don't show no emotion (Yeah)
I rather sip on the potion (Yeah)
That my brother, my twin, I cannot forget him
Fetty Wap, I got Jimmy Choo on my denim
We gon' wax him and get him off if he set him
F**k that b*t*h, then I leave, I'm not sentimental
"How the f**k you gon' shoot with no bullets?" Don't worry, my n***a, my gang finna send 'em several
Xanny, Perc', take the high to another level
Money coming, might go get another bezel for my damn wrist
"Who are you?" I be the man, b*t*h
I'm finna tell your momma like I'm Candice
Sucked on my d**k like a plane, I said, "Can this d**k fit inside you? 'Cause I'm finna land this," huh
Yes, I got pеrfect attendance
Short, fat whitе plug, look like Prentiss, huh
That n***a aim isn't excellent, huh
Like, how you gon' shoot and then miss?
That n***a funny like Ed Murphy
Made a play for twenty-five, damn, I meant thirty
I just got done f**king these b*t*hes mad early
Damn, I just looked at my phone and it's 5:30
Told her her pu**y was fishy, I'm not tryna f**k, she confused, she like, "Damn, is it that dirty?"
I'm way too lit off that damn Perky
B*t*h, I be up as a f**k, no, you can't hurt me
Choppa gon' make that boy vanish
Spark up a J on a whole 'nother planet
Oppers be hurting, they snitching like Candice
Run in his crib, take his sh*t like a bandit
Me and Lil' Chris in the cut like a bandage
We making bread and they wish that they had this
I was down bad, had to get to the cabbage
Now look at Bino, his pockets are [?]
B*t*h, I ain't playing games like a pickup
Make a bag, bat it back like a hiccup
Hit the dash on his block, it's a stickup
Said she bad, but she can't keep my d**k up (Oh)
Lil' b*t*h, my money, my money, my money, my money, my money, I'm needing it now
Lil' boy, I'm not sentimental, I ride with the metal, that sh*t get to gunning you down
And free all my dogs in the kennel, my foot on the pedal, I'm coming to get them boys out
I told you I'm not sentimental, I'm not sentimental, I'm just tryna f**k and get out
No, I don't f**k with the jakes, know they bogus
Yeah, I got all kind of ice on me, I'm frozen
Know that Lil' Bino the coldest (Yeah)
I'm the one with all the motion (Yeah)
No, I don't show no emotion (Yeah)
I rather sip on the potion (Yeah)
