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return to sender - 1800 it lyrics

[intro]
(1800 for you)
yeah

[verse 1]
if you love me, baby, tell me that
sent the b*tch my love in the mail and she mailed it back
put some smoke on the floor, i’m inhalin’ that
sh*t, we still hit the road case i fail rap
all this money came from ‘bows, think i sell crack
pretty b*tch, i got an angel in the h*llcat
30 stick, i got a glock in her chanel bag
if i don’t give her what she want, i get yelled at
dub in bottega got these ugly hoes hatin’
called the street rodeo the first time on rodeo
p*ssy good, no smеll, sell a ‘bow with no scale
tell hеr spend the night with los, we ain’t takin’ no l’s

[chorus]
yeah, b*tch, you bad and i love it
i’m just tryna f*ck, baby, i ain’t tryna rush it
yeah, you got a man but it’s f*ck him
from what i see, you don’t even know what love is
it’s— yeah, you don’t even know what trust is
come into my world, stay away from all that f*ck sh*t
take you shoppin’, make sure you get enough sh*t
take you through to another mall ’cause ain’t enough spent
[verse 2]
plain sh*t, crushed sh*t, you the one, b*tch
n*ggas play, up stick, you the one, b*tch
i love the way she suck d*ck, you the one, b*tch
(you the one, b*tch)
i passed hoodrich so we rockin’ minks and furs
her kit match my kit, everything his and hers
put a perc in my drank so my vision gettin’ blurry
i keep a n*gga with me that’s gon’ shoot it like he curry
forgis scr*pin’ up the curb, say the engine make her squirt
i was born a demon, but the money make me worse
do what i say and f*ck me good, every day you get a purse
say you want a sixteen, he ain’t talkin’ ’bout a verse, easy money

- 1800 it lyrics

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