STFU
Bitch shut the fuck up a real bitch talking
You know I walk down with that choppa hit you and yo partna
She keep on thuggin onna net I'm finna solve the problem
Like what's the issue bitch you mad I took yo nigga
Damn lil sis you need a tissue
He be thuggin with lil brat I swear to god he ain't gon miss you
(Uh)
This shit off the head bitch I do not need a pencil Uh
I could never love em take his money and dismiss him Uh
Walk him like a dog he say I'm fucking up his mental Uh
He know that I'm toxic press his bitch and make her give em up
You know ion give a fuck
And I'm with my brother bitch you know he got a semi tucked
Hop from out the Bentley truck
Know we quick to fuck em up
Bitch say she don't like me fall in line you gotta suck it up
Uh
It's my birthday I might sip on some waKiki
I'm with my sister and we thuggin bitch we 2 deep
Think we lacking it's a Draco inna backseat
Red you said you looking for me bitch you know I'm out East
Bitch shut the fuck up a real bitch talking
You know I walk down with that choppa hit you and yo partna
She keep on thuggin onna net I'm finna solve the problem
Like what's the issue bitch you mad I took yo nigga
Bitch you think you gangsta come and try me
K milly quick to whoop on any bitch she right beside me
Bitch I just be tweaking off that za, so don't mind me
Bitches say they looking for me okay come and find me
Might be with yah hoe taking pictures with his pole
He asked me what I want for my birthday to tag her toe
I want me a new Glock I want it straight from out the store
He just want me to love em give a fuck I let him go
(I let him go bitch uh)
Bitch shut the fuck up a real bitch talking
You know I walk down with that choppa hit you and yo partna
She keep on thuggin onna net I'm finna solve the problem
Like what's the issue bitch you mad I took yo nigga
(Aye)
(Bitch shut the fuck up a real bitch talking)
(Aye, Bitch)
(Bitch shut the fuck up a real bitch talking)
This shit off the head bitch I do not need a pencil (Uh)
I could never love em take his money and dismiss him (Uh)
Walk him like a dog he say I'm fucking up his mental (Uh)
You know I walk down with that choppa hit you and yo partna
She keep on thuggin onna net I'm finna solve the problem
Like what's the issue bitch you mad I took yo nigga
Damn lil sis you need a tissue
He be thuggin with lil brat I swear to god he ain't gon miss you
(Uh)
This shit off the head bitch I do not need a pencil Uh
I could never love em take his money and dismiss him Uh
Walk him like a dog he say I'm fucking up his mental Uh
He know that I'm toxic press his bitch and make her give em up
You know ion give a fuck
And I'm with my brother bitch you know he got a semi tucked
Hop from out the Bentley truck
Know we quick to fuck em up
Bitch say she don't like me fall in line you gotta suck it up
Uh
It's my birthday I might sip on some waKiki
I'm with my sister and we thuggin bitch we 2 deep
Think we lacking it's a Draco inna backseat
Red you said you looking for me bitch you know I'm out East
Bitch shut the fuck up a real bitch talking
You know I walk down with that choppa hit you and yo partna
She keep on thuggin onna net I'm finna solve the problem
Like what's the issue bitch you mad I took yo nigga
Bitch you think you gangsta come and try me
K milly quick to whoop on any bitch she right beside me
Bitch I just be tweaking off that za, so don't mind me
Bitches say they looking for me okay come and find me
Might be with yah hoe taking pictures with his pole
He asked me what I want for my birthday to tag her toe
I want me a new Glock I want it straight from out the store
He just want me to love em give a fuck I let him go
(I let him go bitch uh)
Bitch shut the fuck up a real bitch talking
You know I walk down with that choppa hit you and yo partna
She keep on thuggin onna net I'm finna solve the problem
Like what's the issue bitch you mad I took yo nigga
(Aye)
(Bitch shut the fuck up a real bitch talking)
(Aye, Bitch)
(Bitch shut the fuck up a real bitch talking)
This shit off the head bitch I do not need a pencil (Uh)
I could never love em take his money and dismiss him (Uh)
Walk him like a dog he say I'm fucking up his mental (Uh)
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