Bitches In Paris (feat. Titi Wandy & Victoria Valerio)
Now I know your dirty ass ain't in my motherfucking
Comment section running you're dick sucker bitch
Boom
Wash your pussy hoe
Wash your motherfucking toto hoe (brit barbie, Young Money)
Fuck is you talking 'bout?
Body all you bitches (stop playing with 'em, Riot)
Let's go
You got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 STDs
Hepatitis A, B, C, uh
You gon' need that A&D and I'm
Talking to a big heavy bitch named Jaelyn
On the internet, steady typing and hating
Pull up to your front door step, now you shaking
I'ma slap you in the face 'cause bitch try to pull me on blast but it's blasphemy
How these bitches thought they had the audacity?
Chassidy, you'll probably be mad at me
But I'm bohemian, no rhapsody
Now the bell ring, bitches got class with me
I'ma teach these bitches the feeling of agony
Make 'em get on their knees say, "Your majesty"
Then I'll finish them with the fatality, kyuh (finish her)
I told you
I told you not to fuck with me
I've been calling your motherfucking ass
Give me a fucking c-
I'll be there tomorrow you bastard
Canto te graciao
I'ma fat bitch, you know I'm gon' eat up
Heard you running your mouth with Aaliyah
Bitches in paris, you know that we teed up
Bitch you know I'ma cook, let me heat up (yuh)
Vicky gon' eat, bon appétit
Orgy, these hoes tryna cum for me
My niggas gon' pull up in them SUVs
We at your jawn and we bussin' out
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
Kick down your door so get ready to die
Lighting it up like the fourth of July
Thought you was tough, why you duckin' them
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots (pus-ass hoe)
Don't be surprised when you're on channel nine
You bitches is blind, it's an eye for an eye
We leaving France, now we out in Dubai
We at your jawn and we bussin' out
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
Thought you was tough, why you duckin' them
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
Don't be surprised when you're on channel nine
You bitches is blind, it's an eye for an eye
We leaving France, now we out in Dubai
Let me let you know, again
I'll be there tomorrow motherfuckers
Can't fucking stand this nigga ass motherfucker
You motherfucking black ass bastard
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Robbin' your shit, nigga run it up
Jaelyn, Laila, Jacob, 'Liyah
You know Jacob is from North Korea
And Aaliyah smells like diarrhea (ew)
And I heard Jaelyn got gonorrhea (she a dirty ass bitch)
Ayo, Laila
Stay away from my aura, Rita
Comment section running you're dick sucker bitch
Boom
Wash your pussy hoe
Wash your motherfucking toto hoe (brit barbie, Young Money)
Fuck is you talking 'bout?
Body all you bitches (stop playing with 'em, Riot)
Let's go
You got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 STDs
Hepatitis A, B, C, uh
You gon' need that A&D and I'm
Talking to a big heavy bitch named Jaelyn
On the internet, steady typing and hating
Pull up to your front door step, now you shaking
I'ma slap you in the face 'cause bitch try to pull me on blast but it's blasphemy
How these bitches thought they had the audacity?
Chassidy, you'll probably be mad at me
But I'm bohemian, no rhapsody
Now the bell ring, bitches got class with me
I'ma teach these bitches the feeling of agony
Make 'em get on their knees say, "Your majesty"
Then I'll finish them with the fatality, kyuh (finish her)
I told you
I told you not to fuck with me
I've been calling your motherfucking ass
Give me a fucking c-
I'll be there tomorrow you bastard
Canto te graciao
I'ma fat bitch, you know I'm gon' eat up
Heard you running your mouth with Aaliyah
Bitches in paris, you know that we teed up
Bitch you know I'ma cook, let me heat up (yuh)
Vicky gon' eat, bon appétit
Orgy, these hoes tryna cum for me
My niggas gon' pull up in them SUVs
We at your jawn and we bussin' out
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
Kick down your door so get ready to die
Lighting it up like the fourth of July
Thought you was tough, why you duckin' them
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots (pus-ass hoe)
Don't be surprised when you're on channel nine
You bitches is blind, it's an eye for an eye
We leaving France, now we out in Dubai
We at your jawn and we bussin' out
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
Thought you was tough, why you duckin' them
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
Don't be surprised when you're on channel nine
You bitches is blind, it's an eye for an eye
We leaving France, now we out in Dubai
Let me let you know, again
I'll be there tomorrow motherfuckers
Can't fucking stand this nigga ass motherfucker
You motherfucking black ass bastard
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Robbin' your shit, nigga run it up
Jaelyn, Laila, Jacob, 'Liyah
You know Jacob is from North Korea
And Aaliyah smells like diarrhea (ew)
And I heard Jaelyn got gonorrhea (she a dirty ass bitch)
Ayo, Laila
Stay away from my aura, Rita
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