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Paroles de la chanson Snot Thot par Kodak Black

(Chick): Girl came to the door yesterday asking for you
(Kodak): Yes, but it was Saturday out there, I was at church
(Chick): Nigga, don't go to church
(Kodak): How you gon' tell me I don't go to church
(Chick): Nigga, don't go to church, nigga
(Kodak): How you gon' tell me I don't go to church, go ask Jesus, ask Jesus
(Chick): I'm gonna get you mad, right, for this
(Kodak): I need my money, I need my money, I need my money

That's when they find that you and me, we in suit
Everybody ain't gonna like it when you here

Girl, I come 'bout no frowned, they make you frown
I don't care if that's the only reason you came for
That's always make me figure til that one crank
I can't find no love so I went to the bank
Auh, I should live for love, so I went to the bank
We met at D.O.A and then we met again at chase
Every thug need a shoulder they can lean on
I like what's on your shoulders, good head you be thinkin' homes
Speakin' of head, I hate sex but I love my peter blown
You're a lil freaky hoe but you compete with her
I'm sorry when I fuck I'll leave my bling on
I'm sorry when I fuck I lead my rhythm
See I'm a dog, I be just trynna get me a bone

Here on a spree of smoke, don't need to leave her on
Stray dog, I don't need a home
I don't be at home
I'm fleeing home
Raw dawg when I fuck with her no rubber but my ski is on
She heard I'm snot side nigga over there
She heard I'm snot sneaky nigga over there
They tellin' me she a thot, that hoe over there
But I don't even care if she got gonorrhea
They say she a sick bitch heard she got syphilis
Why don't I go ahead first, jumpin' straight in it
I'm just kiddin' but I love that lil' bitch
But I don't care if she sends sluts to my bed
And I don't need you tellin' me about how she do
She fuck everybody, and I fuck everybody too

Everybody say she out here trickin'
I don't give a damn 'bout how she get it
Everybody say she got all the niggas
So what? I got all the bitches
We got chemistry, fuck your history
I don't care if she was out here strippin'
I'm tellin' you baby, they ain't gon' like you jumpin' out that Bentley
Hittin' the scene in the blink, um, T-Double-D, you Trina
Everybody tellin' me she ain't shit
But nigga, I ain't shit either
And I don't give a damn 'bout none of that shit mah nigga said
He tryna convince me he seen you on backpage
Everybody got an opinion, I don't give a damn anyway
I took her on a private plane, I took her on a dinner date

Everybody fuckin', everybody sinnin'
So what's wrong with turnin' that hoe into a princess
Yap, I can turn that hoe into a model
Scoope her in the Benz Tiago, no more Monte Carlo
If she ain't in a coop with me, I want nobody in it
Bentley, cologne Gucci and my windows very tinted
Babe, don't call me essay but I love it when we kick it
Fuck that he say, she say, they don't know about it, damn
They ain't gon' like it, they ain't gon' like it
They ain't gon' like us, they gon' wanna fight ya
And I don't like people but I think I like her
I don't let that hoe inside my house now, I don't wife her
If I wife her I'm Steve Austin with the ring

There's a stone cold diamon on her finger and it bling
I'm 'bout to cut off all my friends
I'm 'bout to cut off all I can
Man, that pussy be pullin' me in, I thought it was a one night stand
I thought it was a one night stand
Like the lamp on my dresser
So she loves dirty hustler, but this girl special
Thought she was a fling, thought she was a fling
I've been havin' dream lately, she might be my main
'Cause you eat my ummm, 'cause you be my baby
Lifes gave me lemon, wonder could you be my main squeeze
I don't fell in love with a nat
But every sinner got a future, every saint got a past

So I ain't give a hoe a whole account about of where I'm at
'Cause baby see you ride, yo, that lil' bitch, she got my back
Baby she be ridin', that lil' bitch, she got my back
Then when we ride, yo, my 'lil bitch she hold her strap
My nigga startin' cryin' when we went out in scraps
My babe more real than you, she one thou, keep that shit a stack
I don't throw no money
Took my bitch to the club and threw some racks
Man with the plan, master mind my crafts
No more shootin' craps
I ain't no dog but call me cannon with lubane fuckin' on a brat

My lil bitch a brat, I hear how she act, but I love how she act
That's my lil diva
If you keep it up I'm put you on a TV-show
I was just trynna rap, you turned me to a singer
Found my focus back, turned me to believer

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