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in here - lite fortunato lyrics

[intro]
nah don’t come out here
nah don’t come out here
nah don’t come out here
420 tiesto

[chorus]
she treat her p-ssy like pi’erre, b-tch nah don’t come in here (nah don’t come in here)
i do not wanna party ‘less i get my gun in there (f-ck)
ain’t no 1 on 1, you f-ck around get jumped in here (you get jumped)
i feel like gun number ’cause i don’t give a f-ck in here (i don’t give a f-ck)
my shooter’s ain’t shoot up yo’ crib because yo’ son was there (pow, pow, pow)
these female’s pull my crib and shake they derrière (come out here)
playin’ ding-dong-ditch with yo’ crib when it’s no one there (ding, ding, ding)
we might just run inside your crib, take your interior

[verse 1]
she call my phone like, “nato why don’t you just come out here?”
i got my own crib, you might just have some fun out here (have some fun)
i might just pull up if i’m on the run and stunt on there
i don’t f-ck with these rapper’s, i’m bein’ blunt in here
i got b-tches that’s gon’ bust it, they gon’ twerk in here
i got trapper’s that’s gon’ bring me all my work in here
i feel like santa ’cause i got all these lil’ workin’ deer’s
i’m ’bout k!ll this p-ssy, i feel like i need a tear
i k!ll that bih from the back, i make her disappear
i need the ice on my neck and my wrist and my ears to be crystal clear
i got this b-tch, i’m gonna f-ck her when there’s no one there
i might just f-ck her when her momma and her uncle there

[chorus]
she treat her p-ssy like pi’erre, b-tch nah don’t come in here (nah don’t come in here)
i do not wanna party ‘less i get my gun in there (f-ck)
ain’t no 1 on 1, you f-ck around get jumped in here (you get jumped)
i feel like gun number ’cause i don’t give a f-ck in here (i don’t give a f-ck)
my shooter’s ain’t shoot up yo’ crib because yo’ son was there
these female’s pull my crib and shake they derrière (come out here)
playin’ ding-dong-ditch with yo’ crib when it’s no one there
we might just run inside your crib, take your interior

[verse 2]
she text my phone like, “nato, why you make me come out here?”
i fell asleep with bars at night time, now the sun out here’s (what the f-ck)
all the b-tches wanna pull up, twerk they derrière (twerk, twerk)
i do not know these b-tches, all i need is money, yeah
all the b-tches gonna f-ck because they know we here (know we here)
i could make it rain and i can make it snow in here (snow in here)
i feel like chief sosa, i can make it glow in here (i can make it glow)
i feel like a bakery, i need all the dough in here (i need all the dough)
i’m not the horse, i’m the hose in here
pull out pro tools, i’m a pro in here
call up my hoes, tell the bro’s is here
they gonna pull up and hoe in here
like a thrift store, we got clothes in here
get it right now ’cause we closin’ here
turn you outfit into yezzy
put some lil’ holes in there

[chorus]
she treat her p-ssy like pi’erre, b-tch nah don’t come in here (nah don’t come in here)
i do not wanna party ‘less i get my gun in there (f-ck)
ain’t no 1 on 1, you f-ck around get jumped in here (you get jumped)
i feel like gun number ’cause i don’t give a f-ck in here (i don’t give a f-ck)
my shooter’s ain’t shoot up yo’ crib because yo’ son was there
these female’s pull my crib and shake they derrière (twerk, twerk)
playin’ ding-dong-ditch with yo’ crib when it’s no one there
we might just run inside your crib, take your interior

- lite fortunato lyrics

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