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the yetti (remix) - lu castro & don q lyrics

[intro: lu castro]
i’m a cold*steppa
do you love me?
if you don’t, no pressure
if we text i’m tryna bone, oh yes sir
me so h*rny and she know
hoe get up, i ain’t even break your back yet

[verse 1: lu castro]
god flow, find me wherever the people eyes go
i know i’mma keep gettin’ it till i die though
stan me, shorty she stan me
talkin’ dido, swammy
i keep the swammy to keep my life so..
i just met some b*tches goin’ live from the westside
broski got the treesha, finna slide up and bеd*stuy
jackin’ that you gangsta
if you live come and test minе
that’s some sh*t that i won’t let fly
shorty got to chattin’ on the live so i cut her off
hit her on my leather
had to try ’cause it’s b*tter*soft
n*ggas really hope i take a dive so it’s f*ck ’em all
breeshy on the way, i caught a vibe so i want ’em all
[chorus: lu castro]
i’m a cold*steppa
do you love me?
if you don’t, no pressure
if we text i’m tryna bone, oh yes sir
me so h*rny and she know
hoe get up, hoe get up
cold*steppa
do you love me?
if you don’t, no pressure
if we text i’m tryna bone, oh yes sir
me so h*rny and she know
hoe get up, i ain’t even break your back yet

[verse 2: don q]
junkies linnin’ up and i ain’t even bust the pack yet
n*ggas runnin’, droppin’, my ootee ain’t even clap yet
aye, it’s the big dawg and i ain’t ever half*step
we got ten wh0res on molly tryna have s*x
got my pistol, i ain’t lackin’ for a sec
my young n*ggas hungry, i don’t let no rappers in my sess
if them people lookin’ for ’em they gon’ have to come and catch
n*gga, is you real or not
you could see that in your reflection
she wanna bag it, ain’t no pressure
she wanna f*ck, i’m like hoe never
she tryna treat me like the other
she think i don’t know no better
i took brittany, i took tiffany and i made ’em go together
they got bobby, they got whitney and they do them both together
[chorus: lu castro]
i’m a cold*steppa
do you love me?
if you don’t, no pressure
if we text i’m tryna bone, oh yes sir
me so h*rny and she know
hoe get up, hoe get up
cold*steppa
do you love me?
if you don’t, no pressure
if we text i’m tryna bone, oh yes sir
me so h*rny and she know
hoe get up, i ain’t even break your back yet

[verse 3: lu castro]
slider, i been a slider
who you admire?
spanked it
i beat her dead then i revived her
(test her) i know i test her, (f*ckin’ [?])
blessed her, i know i stress, her p*ssy fire
who birthed you?
what f*ckin’ city you showed your worth to?
i’m gone and i’m goin’ in, this ain’t no curfew
gangsta, told you just text me, won’t respond though
honcho, i’m head honcho, el danto
both hoes, i need both hoes, feed my ego
takeoff, that mi caso with mi migos
bronx sh*t, we from the bronx b*tch, whole uptown
no f*cks, how could i possibly give a f*ck now?

- lu castro don q lyrics

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