Letra de ​do it 4 th€ gram (r€mix) - Cruz Cafuné

(Feat. Anycia, Kaliii)

Ah, yeah (Shit)

Anycia, Kaliii

Yo, Kaliii, wait

ATL, Georgia

Yeah, yeah, yeah, wait

Let's get it

Wait

Gese, you too hard

Huh?

Nene just walked in, got the spot feelin' fuego

I'ma need the money, love a nigga with some pesos

Tryna be mine, I'm not yours

He gon' eat the pussy up like a taco, yeah

Te amo (Yeah)

Say he love me, but I do not feel the same (Ah)

Said it back, but I'm really runnin' game (Ah)

Need the money, I don't care about the fame

Yeah, pretty please

Can I turn you to a whore, por favor?

Said no, so I'm askin' por qué (Yeah)

He in love, but he know I won't stay

Yeah, gotta leave

Baby back up 'cause I can't breathe

Put a nigga on his goddamn knees

Turn a nigga to a goddamn fiend (Huh)

En el 'Gram flexeando los chavos

Que le follen, van a odiar de to's modo' (Ah)

Chuckys bailan con la gorra de lado

En Atlanta le caímo' un buen combo (Ah)

No defendemo' en zona, vamos al tipo

Ponte bravo y mano al cinto rapidito

(Pss, pss, pss, pss, pss) Cuido lo mío

Ese toto es presidente, lo llamo Bill Clito

Tú no metes mano, ven de frente

Yo meto hasta el codo a lo Vince Carter

Haciendo música pa' delincuentes

Pa' la gata más sarpeta de este yate

Pa'l que la lleva trincada en los boxer Supreme

Y no sale del chozo sin el Siemens

Pa' la piba que cada foto en su carrusel

Está sacada por un tigre diferente

In love with the fact that I know just who I am (Mwah)

These bitches only do it for the 'Gram (What?)

Broke bitches only do it when they can (Can)

I'm the type to get it poppin' every time (Every time)

Forty-inch bust down, extensions and lashes (Uh)

White toes, Birkin bags filled with the backend (Ah)

Head holes, glass ass hoes, I ain't have 'em (Ah)

Fucked up and went broke, how that work?

Bitch, that's tragic (What?)

Feelin' just like Boosie, I'm the baddest (Baddest)

I could never be a have-not, 'cause I'm havin'

Weazy, I'm out of here if a bitch ain't feelin' it (Yeah)

A bitch birthday pics ain't fuckin' with my mirror pics (Haha)

Bitch ain't seein' me, my life have mirror tint (God)

I like that boy in real life, so I let 'em double-tap (Iugh)

Real deal for life, or I ain't goin' for none of that (Yeah)

Pussy here like lightnin', so I call it Thundercat

What, what, what

Now with me

What, what, what

Now with me

What, what, what

Now with me

Now with me

Now with me

Now with me

Now with me

Jerk on it, yo, jerk on it

Now with me

Jerk on it, yo, jerk on it

Now with me

Jerk on it, yo, jerk on it

Now with me

Jerk on it, yo, jerk on it

Now with me

Jerk—

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