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tiva – la jefa lyrics

you can’t f-ck me, nananananana you can’t f-ck me, nananananana you can’t f-ck me, nanana

b-tch i’m the boss you can call me “la jefa”
he calls himself a pirate cause this booty’s a treasure
he wanna bend me over just to give me some pleasure
pump fake! chop his heart out, put that sh-t in my dresser
i love pressing hoes when i know that there’s pressure
he like, “when we gonna link?”
i’m like n-gg- never
he tries reverse psychology
i’m like “you’re not clever”
now your a big dub all together

(chorus)

nananananana you can’t f-ck me
all you n-gg-s want to but can’t get lucky
may slime your -ss no you can’t trust me
bust on my wrist but you still can’t bust me
yeah, he having bands but he still can’t cuff me
the p-ssy so fye so you can not rush me
all these n-gg-s sweating me i call them musty
a b-tch beat her face but she still look dusty

f-ck these n-gg-s, all they ever wanna do is h-t
and when i curve them, watch them start talking mad sh-t
this boy lied and said he f-cked
if i press him he gon’ flip
he a scary lil b-tch he ain’t even gon admit
you ain’t slick lil boy, you ain’t slick, nah
if i hear you out here sayin’ i sucked your d-ck, woah
i seduce you, then chop it, off boy i’m sick
then i’ll set up you up and turn your -ss into a lick

b-tch i’m the boss you can call me “la jefa”
he calls himself a pirate cause this booty’s a treasure
he wanna bend me over just to give me some pleasure
i bend over, chop his heart out, put that sh-t in my dresser
got this bottle for your soul, cause i am a collector
if you got a b-tch, then you better respect her
tivagang got a hitman, and his name is hector
he got a nice strap and he got a compressor

he like, “d-mn tiva yo you quiet as a mouse”
i’m like boy, what the f-ck i gotta talk about?
he like, “baby girl im tryna make you my spouse”
i’m like “shut up n-gg- you just tryna put it in my mouth”

- tiva lyrics

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