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4l javi - no preguntas lyrics

[verse 1]
only matter of time fo’ she come it
run to it
kickback these n-ggas brought a gun to it
now it ain’t my fault if they act up
city girls in this b-tch, b-tch you can sn-tched up
i been going through it and nun really helping
my b-tch started trippin, hoe why are you yelling
snuck in wit the 30 piece
security ain’t checkin’ me
how she got me blocked but the b-tch still neckin’ me

hit the scene in some all black
i just tried to get a cougar, she almost had a heart attack
i said i need my chips
salsa with the dips
watch out b-tch all these n-ggas carry clips
took this n-gga b-tch and i know that he hate it
you saw me pipe her down and ya’ll really dated
d-mn, it’s an evil world we live in
i ain’t really from here, b-tch i don’t fit in
tell her friends, b-tch guess who i’m wit?
her friends said who?
that n-gga with the big -ss d-ck
free my n-gga, we gone see what the outcome
n-ggas going through it, make a n-gga really feel numb

switch it up

no preguntas when i pull up
tell the puta uno mas, i’m in her taco with my sauce
her daddy in 13, gotta f-ck on the low
why she telling me her primo really let the heater blow
b-tch ven aqui, i got some words really for you
diego and dora, a n-gga tryna explore you
she was at papas and beer going crazy
sh-t, 9 months later she got un poquito baby
call them hoes city hynas how they act up
hoops got it on em’, boy you better back up
b-tch is you stupid
i’m not cupid
all yo friends is included
tell em’ slide
they gone ride
they gone open wide
tell that n-gga we got his b-tch
cry then he gone snitch
you want that tip top
i just want the b-tch guap
n-ggas want that guap huh
b-tch want this c-ck nah
you gotta get past me
b-tches don’t last wit’ me
f-ck who? ha, b-tch that’s blasphemy

mmmm, talk my sh-t
stop playin, i’ll really rock yo sh-t
i’m. that. n-gga that you wanna be with the b-tch that you wanna see
summer sh-t going crazy
tell dj scout, throw the lob like brady
tell the promoter, i ain’t coming in that mf until he pay me
i need me a billi, make me a jay z
b-tch got her ex on speed dial, guess he with the sh-t
why you ain’t tell him i been rubbin on ya cl-t
man you b-tches think you sl!ck
you make me sick

uh yeah x3

- 4l javi lyrics

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