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lirik lagu pretty luh bitch – noluvquan

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[chorus]
talking too slow, b*tch i’m on the gas
get bad out your mouth and i’m on ya ass
sippin wock, got the pressure inna f*nny pack
internet beef, we ain’t in to that
put my trust in these hoes, got stabbed in the back
b*tch i’m clutching two glocks, come and get a facial
got a thick ass lul bih and she birracial
these hoes like some candy, some now and laters
cause they either switch up on you now or later
don’t give a f*ck bout some drama, i’m chasing paper
chasing paper luh b*tch, i’m a paper chaser
stay with my thugs like it’s bone*bone
b*tch im chilling with god, i’m so gone
sippin codeine, b*tch i think that my lungs gone
(yeah, uh huh uh huh)
[verse]
prеtty luh b*tch, i won’t leave her
pouring 2 4’s inna litеr
luh b*tch, i stay wit my nina
frontin them packs inna backend
remember everything from back then
bullets hit him up, push his back in
only make it you rappin or trappin
these n*ggas think that i be lackin
(h*ll nah) luh n*gga a soldier
my n*ggas wipe out the opps like corona
always laid back, never lose my composure
pretty luh bihh got a s*xy aroma
smooth ass luh skin and i love her persona
might take that luh b*tch on a date in daytona
shawty so bad, don’t think i can control her
got hit with that light, put his ass in the dark
i’m sippin codeine, think i’m failing my heart
pretty luh b*tch, you can’t tear us apart
bihh i’m clutchin the drac, throwing bullets like darts
keep that good gas, b*tch it smell like a fart
no internet beef, you get popped like a tart
strictly walkdown, we don’t shoot out the car
i’m smokin on za, got me floatin in mars (uh huh)

[chorus]
talking too slow, b*tch i’m on the gas
get bad out your mouth and i’m on ya ass
sippin wock, got the pressure inna f*nny pack
internet beef, we ain’t in to that
put my trust in these hoes, got stabbed in the back
b*tch i’m clutching two glocks, come and get a facial
got a thick ass lul bih and she birracial
these hoes like some candy, some now and laters
cause they either switch up on you now or later
don’t give a f*ck bout some drama, i’m chasing paper
chasing paper luh b*tch, i’m a paper chaser
stay with my thugs like it’s bone*bone
b*tch im chilling with god, i’m so gone
sippin codeine, b*tch i think that my lungs gone
(yeah, uh huh uh huh)

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