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$not - mi vida loca lyrics

[intro]
ayy
yuh

[verse 1]
b-tch, my diamonds comin’ straight from nova scotia
born and raised like casanova, f-ck a ho, i need my sofa
mi vida loca, i switch my gun to my blade
and it’s game over, i pulled up with your ho
and i bought her a soda, i don’t know her name
but i think it’s paola, i gave her my number
and she hit me up in my motorola
i was talking to my n-ggas and i was like, “hold up” (hold up)
i pick up the phone and she was like, “come pick me up”
i say, “for what?” i hopped in my whip and i rolled up
i see her fighting with her n-gga and i was like, “oh, bruh”
that is not my tea cup, she hopped in my whip
and i said, “speak up” she say, “can you speed up?”
i was like, “fo’ sho'” we pulled up to my crib
and we burned up (yuh, ayy)

[interlude]
-coughing-
doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
hey, listen
ayy

[verse 2]
i don’t understand why she actin’ like this
that b-tch got me mad, b-tch, i’m f-ckin’ p-ssed
i don’t wanna talk to her, she’s dismissed
she in here yelling in spanish
talkin’ ’bout she wanna throw a fit, i threw her on the flo’
got my n-ggas, took her ’cause she was on my murder list (yuh)

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