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chl - puta lyrics

[hook:chl]
i’m all about my queso
f-ck with my dinero
don’t work for 7-11
don’t ask for no churro
every time i see your face
b-tch call you a puta
every time i see your face
b-tch call you a puta

[verse 1:waggy]
yo
you a b-tch -ss n-gga
get out my face
you f-cking puta

you a b-tch n-gga
and you already know
don’t ask about my money
i keep that on the low
tu eres un a puta
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n-ggas suck a d-ck
get out of my face
i know you like what i do
and want to take my place
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open your ipod ??
y’all mother f-ckers funny
you was never my homie
you just wanted all my money

[hook:chl]

[verse 2:chl]
these b-tches are all in my face
but i can’t save em all
amazing grace
i could keep a dime for the f-ck of it
once she round long
she’ll be in love and sh-t
and all these women
they want the most of me
cause of my money
want to get close to me
but back in the day
when i was doing crime
all you f-cking b-tches
wouldn’t give me the time
so don’t try that bull sh-t
like i don’t know
throw a hundred on the floor
and you would be my ho
you try to be fake
all nice and sweet like
i see right through it
and i be like

sample:[“you can’t hurry love” by diana ross (man: shut the f-ck up)]

[hook:chl]

[verse 2:chl]
these haters mad
they just want a taste
but you got to copy all
no cut and paste
step in my shoes
when i was just a kid
and see everything i spit
i really did
after all of that
i don’t deserve to lose it
yet you mother f-ckers
still hate on my music
some of you haters
try and be kin
once you show your true colors
then i’m all in
supposed to be my friend
now you’re my enemy
never knew you
just who you pretend to be
don’t mess with these fakes
don’t mess with these lames
360 the only time i play games
but even then
i’m still k!lling them
always working so hard
i should be billing them
but i do it for the love
but i’m filled with hate
oxymoron
that makes my raps great
these haters don’t know
what i could do to them
sick thoughts in my head
that could ruin them
i could f-ck their mothers
but their t-ts are saggy
shout out h-burg
and the homie waggy

[hook:chl]

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