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lirik lagu laughin – xoslit

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[chorus]
ay
laughin’, b*tch i ain’t cappin’
i dont want yo love, i cannot have it
45 on my lap, b*tch imma grab it
grab it, grab it, grab it, grab it
b*tch imma grab it
now she actin’ ratchet
pull up all black, cuz you know i’m in that sh*t
that sh*t, that sh*t, that sh*t, that sh*t, that sh*t all
that sh*t all wack
pull up all black, now she on my lap
b*tch on my d*ck now i’m gonna laugh
hop in the back, lets jus go fast
slit on his sh*t, now he countin’ cash
cash, cash, cash b*tch
yeah i’m countin’ bags
[verse 1]
yeah i’m gettin’ bags
b*tch want my love, she wanna dance
gettin’ to my racks, share it with my friends
i can’t pretend, strap 45 wheres yo f*ckin’ mans?
oh my god, he f*ckin’ dead
dead, dead, dead, dead, dead (ay, ay)
every time i wake up a new b*tch in my bed
and i got yo b*tch givin’ me head
semi automatic pistol, leave him full of lead
pull up all black, but you know i’m seein’ red
pull up on yo b*tch now she gettin’ undrеssed
yeah undressеd
yeah she gettin’ undressed cause we jus’ f*cked
pull up on yo b*tch, slit gettin’ buck
you know slit gonna get to his sh*t
cause i’m straight on that
i’ll f*ck her but i can’t own that
that b*tch reeks
[chorus]
laughin’, b*tch i ain’t cappin’
i dont want yo love, i cannot have it
45 on my lap, b*tch imma grab it
grab it, grab it, grab it, grab it
b*tch imma grab it
now she actin’ ratchet
pull up all black, cuz you know i’m in that sh*t
that sh*t, that sh*t, that sh*t, that sh*t, that sh*t all
that sh*t all wack
pull up all black, now she on my lap
b*tch on my d*ck now i’m gonna laugh
hop in the back, lets jus go fast
slit on his sh*t, now he countin’ cash
cash, cash, cash b*tch
yeah i’m countin’ bags
[verse 2]
i don’t give a f*ck
imma pull up
get f*cking buck
got my strap 45
but i keep that sh*t tucked
yeah i’m on my own
but i don’t need no love
i don’t want yo b*tch
i don’t want her
run up on him
leave him in a he*rs*
oh you tryna f*ck?
you gotta pay me first
automatic pistol gonna leave him hurt
lets get to the point i ain’t gonna flirt
i just wanna f*ck b*tch stop bein’ burnt
like no b*tch, i don’t want no love
i just wanna get to my bags
she keep hittin’ me up
askin’ why i gotta lag
yeah you had my love
why you gotta brag?
true religion jeans
i ain’t gonna sag
leather jacket b*tches see the tags
(b*tches see the tags, ay)
wavin’ like some flags
bust the 45 then imma f*ckin’ laugh
yeah

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