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lirik lagu 1 shot dealz – tryna fuck

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[intro]
one, two, one, two, three, and…
double on the beat

[pre-chorus: 1 shot dealz]
uh, codeine in my cup, side d in my blunt
they talking money, they ain’t really ’bout much
i’m ’bout green, i don’t cuff (don’t cuff)
i don’t spit no game, like them lames, b-tch, i’m only tryna f-ck
codeine in my cup (my cup), side d in my blunt
they talking money, they ain’t really ’bout much
i’m ’bout green, i don’t cuff (don’t cuff)
i don’t spit no game like them lames

[chorus: 1 shot dealz]
b-tch, i’m only tryna f-ck, b-tch, i’m only tryna f-ck
(say what, say what, say what, say what?)
b-tch i’m only tryna f-ck, b-tch i’m only tryna f-ck
(say what, say what, say what, say what?)
b-tch i’m only tryna f-ck, b-tch i’m only tryna f-ck

[verse 1: sosmula]
(mula) look, b-tch, i’m tryna f-ck (slide)
i ain’t with the cuffin’ sh-t, let the ryders f-ck (yeah)
know, you’s a model, b-tch, that ain’t ’bout a nut (slide)
hoe, did you swallow it? ’cause i’m tryna nut (i see that)
her boyfriend is p-ssy, his man is a lame (f-ck outta here)
he ain’t in my league, keep your man in his lane (f-ck outta here)
thousand and eight, got them grams of the ‘caine (mula)
front in my project, send a hand in the rain (yeah)
bad b-tches on me, bad b-tches with me (slide)
you the type of n-gg- say a whack b-tch pretty (f-ck outta here)
d-mn, hoe, f-cking b-tch turn to d-mn, hoe

[pre-chorus: 1 shot dealz]
uh, codeine in my cup, side d in my blunt
they talking money, they ain’t really ’bout much
i’m ’bout green, i don’t cuff (don’t cuff)
i don’t spit no game, like them lames, b-tch, i’m only tryna f-ck
codeine in my cup (my cup), side d in my blunt
they talking money, they ain’t really ’bout much
i’m ’bout green, i don’t cuff (don’t cuff)
i don’t spit no game like them lames

[chorus: 1 shot dealz]
b-tch, i’m only tryna f-ck, b-tch, i’m only tryna f-ck
(say what, say what, say what, say what?)
b-tch i’m only tryna f-ck, b-tch i’m only tryna f-ck
(say what, say what, say what, say what?)
b-tch i’m only tryna f-ck, b-tch i’m only tryna f-ck

[verse 2: 1 shot dealz]
big blunt, 7 grams in ’em (that loud)
hard denim jeans, got 7 grand in ’em (cash)
bad b-tches wanna f-ck, got several bands for ’em
me and mula never cuff, we f-ck and let our mans h-t it
uh, 100, i don’t lie, hoe (yup)
cold-hearted, got it broken from a sly hoe (ha)
on the paper, chasing money on my mind though
and sipping on some lean if you wonder why i drive slow
uh, tattoos image from the west coast
we from the east, we catch you chillin’ on the west coast
fly crippin’, blowin’ on the best smoke
drug dealin’, victims made a k!lling with the best c-ke

[pre-chorus: 1 shot dealz]
uh, codeine in my cup, side d in my blunt
they talking money, they ain’t really ’bout much
i’m ’bout green, i don’t cuff (don’t cuff)
i don’t spit no game, like them lames, b-tch, i’m only tryna f-ck
codeine in my cup (my cup), side d in my blunt
they talking money, they ain’t really ’bout much
i’m ’bout green, i don’t cuff (don’t cuff)
i don’t spit no game like them lames

[chorus: 1 shot dealz]
b-tch, i’m only tryna f-ck, b-tch, i’m only tryna f-ck
(say what, say what, say what, say what?)
b-tch i’m only tryna f-ck, b-tch i’m only tryna f-ck
(say what, say what, say what, say what?)
b-tch i’m only tryna f-ck, b-tch i’m only tryna f-ck