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(Anti) (jackpott) Oh Bitch, I heard you got whore days more than you got your day You know I'm cold Them diamonds sittin’ on top it like a poor fade You know I'm raw I cannot do no more for you, you did me wrong No, I'm an enemy to you, but you know my side Bitch, you know you not my type (Type), not my type (Type) Know I’m sick of that shit when I tell you live yo' life (Life) Man, I heard that pussy fight (Fight), tryna trife (Trife) Too one-deep in that shit and I know that it's all hype (Damn) Ain't no talkin' (Damn, damn), when I'm finna see him Like yo' fuckin' daddy, boy, I’m finna beat him Boy, I’m finna clean him Boy, I got the steamer Where that boy at? Ain't nobody seen him Cryin’ 'cause I'm on the road, on the road Tell me who else go and get thеm bands, I don't know Sixteen, I hit a lick, mother lode And evеn when I was a broke, I ain’t love a ho Come fuck with a big dog, he a Squidward (I don't know) And the club got me mixin' hot sauce with my sizzurp (Fuck off) Letras de cancionesI'm so twisted, fuck around and text her I missed her (Missed her) Stank ho tryna undo my zipper Tell me—, tell me when to drop in I come through and pop shit I'm geekin', what am I in? I think the drugs got me You go down that one-way and turn around, probably He don't really want it, we'll wipe him [?] Bitch, I heard you got whore days more than you got your day You know I'm cold Them diamonds sittin' on top it like a poor fade You know I'm raw I cannot do no more for you, you did me wrong No, I'm an enemy to you, but you know my side Bitch, you know you not my type (Type), not my type (Type) Know I'm sick of that shit when I tell you live yo' life (Life) Man, I heard that pussy fight (Fight), tryna trife (Trife) Too one-deep in that shit and I know that it's all hype (Damn) Cryin' 'cause I'm on the road, on the road Tell me who else go and get them bands, I don't know Sixteen, I hit a lick, mother lode And even when I was a broke, I ain't love a ho From Letras Mania