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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, hold on, hold the cheddar
Yeah, hold on, hold the cheddar
Yeah, hold on, hold the cheddar
Yeah, hold on, hold the cheddar
Yeah, hold on, she is wetter
Yeah, hold on, she is wetter
Yeah, hold on, she is wetter
Yeah, hold on, she is wetter
I told that bitch to stop all that yelling
I told that bitch to stop all that fucking
I told that bitch to stop all that yelling
I told that bitch to shut the fuck up
Put that bitch on pause then I hung up
I don't do adlibs 'cause that takes time up
All we do is grow, thats a come up
Fuck that hoe, she a whole slut
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
She ain't appreciate the 5 dollars I gave her
Throw the bitch out now I do hate her
Boy talking shit when I just made him
I don't need the bitch yeah I dont need her
Fuck that hoe
Fuck that slut
Fuck that boy
And his gun
He totin' those guns all for nothing
I got your bitch on my lap she nuttin'
She come to my house I know she want something
Like please shut the fuck up like please just be quiet man
Hold on, hold on, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, hold on, hold the cheddar
Yeah, hold on, hold the cheddar
Yeah, hold on, hold the cheddar
Yeah, hold on, hold the cheddar
Yeah, hold on, she is wetter
Yeah, hold on, she is wetter
Yeah, hold on, she is wetter
Yeah, hold on, she is wetter
I told that bitch to stop all that yelling
I told that bitch to stop all that fucking
I told that bitch to stop all that yelling
I told that bitch to shut the fuck up
Put that bitch on pause then I hung up
I don't do adlibs 'cause that takes time up
All we do is grow, thats a come up
Fuck that hoe, she a whole slut
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
She ain't appreciate the 5 dollars I gave her
Throw the bitch out now I do hate her
Boy talking shit when I just made him
I don't need the bitch yeah I dont need her
Fuck that hoe
Fuck that slut
Fuck that boy
And his gun
He totin' those guns all for nothing
I got your bitch on my lap she nuttin'
She come to my house I know she want something
Like please shut the fuck up like please just be quiet man
Hold on, hold on, yeah
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Writer(s): Jack Daniel
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