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t-shyne - skeet n leave كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
f_ck on a b_tch, she fan, hit from the back, do damage (woah, woah)
the head from out of this world, the p_ssy on another planet (woah, woah)
yeah, i skeet and leave
f_ck up her makeup and pull on her weave
face down, ass up, she couldn’t breath
my d_ck in her mouth, now she can’t speak

[verse 1]
i don’t get attached, facts
she getting sick, yeah, b_tch need a vax
i’m landin’ in cabo, i’m back on the map
i tap in, she pull up whenever i’m back
my brodie stay strapped
he play the block, dominating like shaq
i say the word, i think he might attack
he done caught a few bodiеs, could tell by the tats
her timе on demon, look in her eyes
she tryna f_ck on whoever supplying
you ain’t ’bout to run it up, b_tch, stop trying
you ain’t got a hundred in the bank, stop lying
[chorus]
f_ck on a b_tch, she fan, hit from the back, do damage (woah, woah)
the head from out of this world, the p_ssy on another planet (woah, woah)
yeah, i skeet and leave
f_ck up her makeup and pull on her weave
face down, ass up, she couldn’t breath
my d_ck in her mouth, now she can’t speak

[verse 2]
f_ck on that b_tch from the back
shoot up the block, now that n_gga get splat
i rep the slatt
i’m in the back with a motherf_ckin’ strap
i put my town on the map
i know he p_ssy, he turn to a cat (b_tch)
uh, return of the mack
i got your b_tch on my app
took this sh_t to the moon
bad b_tch tryna get loose
tell my opp i ain’t calling no truce
i’m in la and i’m ridin’ in the coupe

[bridge]
yeah, yeah
let’s have s_x
let’s have s_x, uh
let’s have s_x, yeah
let’s have s_x, yeah

[verse 3]
let’s have s_x
shorty like, “let’s have s_x”
f_ck her, then i f_ck her friend next
i been ballin’ like i’m cuttin’ up the net
got an actress, f_ck her on set
she the best secret ever kept
yeah, all my opps done vanished
got a bad b_tch speak spanish
i’m high, i don’t care about landing
f_ck her from the back, she damaged
yeah, yeah

[verse 4]
turn up your block for my dogs
if it’s beef, then we all get involved
i rep ysl, yeah, that’s the squad
shorty treat me like my name was god
[verse 5]
she tryna keep up like i’m a kardashian
she wanna geek up, pop one, then i’m mashin’ it
if i f_ck on your b_tch, then it wasn’t on accident
she give me head in the sky when i’m travelling
mile high club
f_ck one time, ho, don’t fall in love
beat on her box and i put on the gloves
catch me with 12, i’m right out the club
got primetime real estate
yeah, rose gold cartier
she off percocets and chardonnay
and her ass get to movin’ like pardon me
i was just hungry, b_tch, this is not a date
and my brother push pounds like he lifting weights
and i came a long way up from section 8
i mean, look at the chain, they gotta hate

- t shyne

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