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cheat code - luhh dyl lyrics

[intro]
yeah
come on
yeah

[verse]
ten hoes, casamigos for the freak hoes
put the chop through the peephole, i bet it sleep hoes
i like big*booty b*tches, sh*t that i can sleep on
treat a b*tch like missy elliot and get my freak on
i keep a flip phone so when i make plays, no r.i.c.o.s
i’m in la right now chillin’ with some hoes at chico’s
brodie got an aimbot on his glock, that b*tch a cheat code
my b*tches can buy they own birkins, don’t do no cheap hoes
i don’t do no cheap b*tches
my glock bi, it sleep b*tches
i don’t do no talkin’ on the live, i just go meet n*ggas
if her arms jiggle when she cook, she put her feet in it
i d*mn near need a scuba suit ’cause i be deep in it
alright, i had to let the beat breathe
she been suckin’ d*ck for four hours, b*tch, let my meat breathe
i got mad and threw on all my chains to let the heat leave
ah, i had to go and drink my sprite
i done punched so many flights, could d*mn near be mike
i be with my n*gga mike, i d*mn near be ike
yeah, like i’m tina turner
i’ll f*ck my babysitter, i ain’t timmy turner
at first, she used to use her t**th, but she a fast learner
i bring my bl!cky in the club, bae (hold my burner)
yeah, put it in your purse
you think rock left was crazy, i’ll do you worse
(n*ggas ain’t seen the video of my n*gga)
yeah, it’s a booty competition, bet i f*ck her first
i wanna hit mulatto
matter fact, go hit the lotto
four hoes and one bottle
got her bustin’ and she toucin’ off moscato
i don’t even know her name, i just f*ck ’cause she a model (thank you)
[outro]
(let me hear that)
come on
know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga
it’s dyl
(come on, dyl)
yeah

- luhh dyl lyrics

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