
LETRA
Let the Blunt Go League of Starz Sorry Jaynari Funk Flex, Chris Brown Who you mad at? Me or yourself? Gold chain, gold chain Gettin' money gon' and watch these hoes change I'm in the party, got these bitches off molly and they rollin' Bitches poppin' pills like it's for pain In their eyes I'm the shit Molly probably fantasisin' all about my dick Only one real ni***, take a pic And all you haters, I'ma take your bitch Every ni*** in the club see the same hoe With the same friends, all they do is change clothes Try to bowl and they pussies, say their lane closed If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame hoe Oops, yeah, I said that Half of y'all niggas in here frontin', where your bread at? I-I-I-I, gon' stutter rap Thought so, can't do it like this, broke ni*** If say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe? Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs so Now you in the club tryna f*** no love, hoe How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go Say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe? Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs so Now you in the club tryna f*** no love, hoe How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go Too many cars, a parade when I pull up Glass jaw, catch a fade, that's a chin up If you ain't lookin', I'ma eat your hoe for dinner She said that she a virgin but I fuc*** her in Virginia, haha I ate her at the SupperClub Bad bitches at Greystone, but they just some runner ups Now every ni*** in here seein' if you tryna f*** And every ni*** in here schemin', gon' try your luck Ha, I'm A-1, no steak sauce, ni***, they spray dumb It's like ratatatat Cross your baseball cap A couple hoes in your face like Jason Every ni*** in the club see the same hoe With the same friends, all they do is change clothes Try to bowl and they pussies, say their lane closed If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame hoe Oops, yeah, I said that Half of y'all niggas in here frontin' where your bread at? I-I-I-I, gon' stutter rap Thought so, can't do it like this, broke ni*** If say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe? Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs so Now you in the club tryna f*** no love, hoe How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go Say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe? Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs so Now you in the club tryna f*** no love, hoe How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go Every ni*** in the club see the same hoe With the same friends, all they do is change clothes Try to bowl and they pussies, say their lane closed If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame hoe Oops, yeah, I said that Half of y'all niggas in here frontin' where your bread at? I-I-I-I, gon' stutter rap Thought so, can't do it like this, broke ni*** If say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe? Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs so Now you in the club tryna f*** no love, hoe How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go Say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe? Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs so Now you in the club tryna f*** no love, hoe How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go
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