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bent (ftp remix) - dj ftp lyrics

[intro: kyle richh]
(mc, make another hit)
b*tch, when is we f*ckin’ again?
graah
(project*project x*x*x)
graah
graah
b*tch, when is we f*ckin’ again?
graah

[verse 1: kyle richh]
d*mn, i gotta relax
new opp, he got put in my gas
like, it’s a body if i kick it to krash
f*ck, i think the d’s on my—
switch*switch it in sport, if the d’s on my ass
body shot like kim kardash’
these n*ggas fast, they run like flash
pass it to steve, he gon’ ‘oot it like nash
on his body, don’t let him get low
yo touch, this sh*t a float
too many deads, i don’t know what to roll
keep a g, ’cause i don’t wanna go
pin it down, thumb tack
tried to get low, told bro come back (come back)
they don’t shoot but they all run track
run up on me, bet he won’t run back
[chorus: kyle richh & jenn carter]
hennessy got me bent, b*tch, when is we f*ckin’ again?
likе, if the p*ssy is good i’ma spend
but f*ck it, could kick it to jenn
shе a thootie, can tell by the walk (tell by the walk)
sip wock’, can’t even talk (can’t even talk)i can’t help it, i stay in the stores (what? d*mn)
b*tch*b*tch, i be totin’ in christian dior (it’s carter, d*ckhead)

[verse 2: jenn carter]
like what, jah pass the stick (what?)
f*ck, d’s on my hip (d’s on my hip)
call up sv, tell him speed up the whip (speed up the whip)
it’s okay, they can’t see through the tint (see through the tint)
yo, star, why the f*ck is he eyein’? (like, d*mn*d*mn)
p*pstd from the sound of the sirens (graah, graah)
hmph, think he on timin’? (like, what?)
bullets is spreadin’ like it was a virus (it was a virus)

[chorus: kyle richh & jenn carter]
hennessy got me bent, b*tch, when is we f*ckin’ again?
like, if the p*ssy is good i’ma spend
but f*ck it, could kick it to jenn
she a thootie, can tell by the walk (tell by the walk)
sip wock’, can’t even talk (can’t even talk)
i can’t help it, i stay in the stores (what? d*mn)
b*tch, i be totin’ in christian dior (it’s carter, d*ckhead)
[verse 3: tata]
like, i just met her she told me she love me (love me)
like, she just want money and d*ck (on bro)
we in the spot told her give me a kiss
i could taste all the casamigos on her lips (get back, b*tch)
and if she a ten, i let her hold my knocker (knocker)
ni*nine shots in this gun, ibaka (ibaka)
shh, shh, don’t know who shot ’em (shot ’em)
tryna shoot on this court i bet mdotty block ’em (b*tch)
i’m in the spot with the crippys (with crippys)
like, i’m in the spot and i’m grippy (grippy)
like, please don’t eye me in this party
always feel safe when i know star be with me
like, off the wocky, i’m drippy
like, off the d’usse, l’m litty (litty, b*tch)
i’m tryna party with all the tooteres
i got my face like all up in her titties, d*mn

- dj ftp lyrics

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