bcf jah puerto rico şarkı sözleri

Freaky bitch so she sippin' on tha migos She a Bop so she mess with my amigos Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin' shit I might import a Puerto Rico Flashin' lights, yea that mean we gotta go, go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no Photo, freaky bitch so she sippin' on tha migos She a bop so she f*ck wit my amigos, tryna F*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really movin' shit I might import a rico Flashin' lights, yea that mean we gotta go Go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no Photo Had to tell dat hoe, we fuckin' on the low-low F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that fo-Door He said it's beef, so we gon' fill that nigga taco Please, don't touch my lettuce when you know That shit is nachos All I care about is guapo You know I want that Cheddar cheese Get that hoe by the means got the lord and This fire by my side F*ck all these enemies call me Tony Stark, cuz This iron It's a part of me Feel like Mozart tell my niggas Blow And they gon' make a symphony I got a bad Bitch and I know she gon' sin for me All these games that y'all been steady playin Like, what's goin' on Why they f*ck my ex-bitch, steady blowin' up My phone Had to tell that hoe, if we not fuckin', then Leave me alone Why the f*ck these dumbass niggas blowin' up My phone If you not gang or bout cash, then leave me Alone I swear I'll replace my heart with chrome Freaky bitch, so she sippin' on tha migos She a Bop, so she fuckin' my amigos Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin', shit, I might import a rico Flashin' lights, so that mean we gotta go-go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no photo Had to tell that hoe, we fuckin' on the low-low F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that Fo-door He said he's beef, so we gon' fill that Nigga taco Please don't touch my lettuce when you know That shit is nachos I gotta get it and go If it ain't about that paper, Then don't Hit my phone Don't know what you got goin' On But I suggest you find out what it is Cause you all bark and no bite talk on B.C.F., I Guess these niggas just wanna die I keep that Glock nine on me I might just knock a nigga's eyes out Hit him in His head and watch his whole body Shut down Or we can hit him in his legs and Leave him Nowhere to run now I don't give a f*ck, I might Just knock a Nigga's lungs out Hollows hit his body, they Gon' tear his lungs Apart oh you talkin' on lil' B.C.F. You not gon' make it far On tha day my twin Died, Thats the day they took my heart, that's tha Day they took my heart, Freaky bitch, so she sippin' on tha migos She a Bop, so she fuckin' my amigos Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin' shit, I might import a Rico Flashin' lights, yeah, that mean we gotta go- go Too many hoes, baby, you can't see take no Photos Had to tell that ho we fuckin' on the low-low F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that fo-Door He said he's beef, we gon' split that nigga taco Freaky bitch, so she sippin' on the migos She a Bop, so she fuckin' my amigos Tryna f*ck a bitch in Puerto Rico I'm really Movin' shit, I might import a rico flashin' lights, Yeah, that mean we gotta go-go Too many hoes, baby, you can't take no photos Had to tell that ho who we fuckin' on the low-Low F*ck a sprinter, we gon' hop out of that fo-door He said he's beef, so we gon' fill that Nigga taco Please don't touch my lettuce when you know That shit is nachos She a bop, so she fuckin' my amigos
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