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xoslit - laughin lyrics

[chorus]
ay
laughin’, b+tch i ain’t cappin’
i dont want yo love, i cannot have it
45 on my lap, b+tch imma grab it
grab it, grab it, grab it, grab it
b+tch imma grab it
now she actin’ ratchet
pull up all black, cuz you know i’m in that sh+t
that sh+t, that sh+t, that sh+t, that sh+t, that sh+t all
that sh+t all wack
pull up all black, now she on my lap
b+tch on my d+ck now i’m gonna laugh
hop in the back, lets jus go fast
slit on his sh+t, now he countin’ cash
cash, cash, cash b+tch
yeah i’m countin’ bags
[verse 1]
yeah i’m gettin’ bags
b+tch want my love, she wanna dance
gettin’ to my racks, share it with my friends
i can’t pretend, strap 45 wheres yo f+ckin’ mans?
oh my god, he f+ckin’ dead
dead, dead, dead, dead, dead (ay, ay)
every time i wake up a new b+tch in my bed
and i got yo b+tch givin’ me head
semi automatic pistol, leave him full of lead
pull up all black, but you know i’m seein’ red
pull up on yo b+tch now she gettin’ undrеssed
yeah undressеd
yeah she gettin’ undressed cause we jus’ f+cked
pull up on yo b+tch, slit gettin’ buck
you know slit gonna get to his sh+t
cause i’m straight on that
i’ll f+ck her but i can’t own that
that b+tch reeks
[chorus]
laughin’, b+tch i ain’t cappin’
i dont want yo love, i cannot have it
45 on my lap, b+tch imma grab it
grab it, grab it, grab it, grab it
b+tch imma grab it
now she actin’ ratchet
pull up all black, cuz you know i’m in that sh+t
that sh+t, that sh+t, that sh+t, that sh+t, that sh+t all
that sh+t all wack
pull up all black, now she on my lap
b+tch on my d+ck now i’m gonna laugh
hop in the back, lets jus go fast
slit on his sh+t, now he countin’ cash
cash, cash, cash b+tch
yeah i’m countin’ bags
[verse 2]
i don’t give a f+ck
imma pull up
get f+cking buck
got my strap 45
but i keep that sh+t tucked
yeah i’m on my own
but i don’t need no love
i don’t want yo b+tch
i don’t want her
run up on him
leave him in a he+rs+
oh you tryna f+ck?
you gotta pay me first
automatic pistol gonna leave him hurt
lets get to the point i ain’t gonna flirt
i just wanna f+ck b+tch stop bein’ burnt
like no b+tch, i don’t want no love
i just wanna get to my bags
she keep hittin’ me up
askin’ why i gotta lag
yeah you had my love
why you gotta brag?
true religion jeans
i ain’t gonna sag
leather jacket b+tches see the tags
(b+tches see the tags, ay)
wavin’ like some flags
bust the 45 then imma f+ckin’ laugh
yeah

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