Prostitution Pasta
Can't believe that bitch is lying on me
Can't believe that bitch is trying on me
What the fuck is that bitch trying to be
I guess that bitch mad at her life
I guess the bitch feeling her hype
I guess that bitch high as a kite
I guess the bitch ready to fight,
to fight, to fight
I pop my shit like Sprite
Hoe, how much for them flights
That pussy can't be tight
She used to be a wife
But now she just a dyke
So now she just my type
BUT I DON'T FUCK WITH HOES
Ain't nobody ducking the smoke
Ain't nobody seeing POs
And bitch ain't never been broke
Don't know why you said this befo'
Admit that you hate on the low
You know that I got me a store
YOU BOUGHT SOME SHIT BEFO'
You must be on that coke
Choking on that smoke
Bitch, you are a joke
Lying to your folks
'Bout to give them strokes
Talking 'bout the GOAT
YOU KNOW WE BOUT TO GO
To go, to go
We going straight to trial
And you better bring yo' child
And bitch, it's going down
The truth is coming out
'Cause bitch, you know you foul
Can't wait to run my mouth
I'M TELLING ON THIS HOE
I'm telling who she is
I'm telling where she live
A hoe from Greenville
Exposing the real
It is what it is
Can't wait to reveal
YOU LYING ASS HOE
Gone tell the truth
You stuck to me like glue
So how could I do
That shit you said I do
Our house was a zoo
Ya mama stayed there too
You stupid ass hoe
Ah damn, I done put her in a verse
Fuck you, stupid hoe, you done put me in worse
How many times did y'all have to rehearse
And you swear I'll be cursed
Bitch, you broke my heart first
When you cheated, bitch
You say you left me, how you left me
When YOU leaving, bitch
You know WHY you tried to keep me
'Cause you need me, bitch
And you a needy bitch
You couldn't leave me, bitch
'Cause if you could
Then why tf yeen leave me, bitch
Bitch, exactly
So hoe, get at me
I run circles 'round ya ass
This a track meet
That ain't yo' car, stupid bitch
Take a backseat
You should've at me
You should've at me
Ion know who lied when they said she sweet af
If you wanna throw up, know what
Go and eat her up
Prostitution pasta, bitch
I am not a Rasta, bitch
Had a whole lotta hoes
But I ain't never lost a bitch
Prostitution pasta, bitch
I am not a Rasta, bitch
Had a whole lotta hoes
But I ain't never lost a bitch
Prostitution pasta, bitch
Prostitution pasta, bitch
Had a whole lotta hoes
I'm so glad I lost you, bitch
Can't believe that bitch is trying on me
What the fuck is that bitch trying to be
I guess that bitch mad at her life
I guess the bitch feeling her hype
I guess that bitch high as a kite
I guess the bitch ready to fight,
to fight, to fight
I pop my shit like Sprite
Hoe, how much for them flights
That pussy can't be tight
She used to be a wife
But now she just a dyke
So now she just my type
BUT I DON'T FUCK WITH HOES
Ain't nobody ducking the smoke
Ain't nobody seeing POs
And bitch ain't never been broke
Don't know why you said this befo'
Admit that you hate on the low
You know that I got me a store
YOU BOUGHT SOME SHIT BEFO'
You must be on that coke
Choking on that smoke
Bitch, you are a joke
Lying to your folks
'Bout to give them strokes
Talking 'bout the GOAT
YOU KNOW WE BOUT TO GO
To go, to go
We going straight to trial
And you better bring yo' child
And bitch, it's going down
The truth is coming out
'Cause bitch, you know you foul
Can't wait to run my mouth
I'M TELLING ON THIS HOE
I'm telling who she is
I'm telling where she live
A hoe from Greenville
Exposing the real
It is what it is
Can't wait to reveal
YOU LYING ASS HOE
Gone tell the truth
You stuck to me like glue
So how could I do
That shit you said I do
Our house was a zoo
Ya mama stayed there too
You stupid ass hoe
Ah damn, I done put her in a verse
Fuck you, stupid hoe, you done put me in worse
How many times did y'all have to rehearse
And you swear I'll be cursed
Bitch, you broke my heart first
When you cheated, bitch
You say you left me, how you left me
When YOU leaving, bitch
You know WHY you tried to keep me
'Cause you need me, bitch
And you a needy bitch
You couldn't leave me, bitch
'Cause if you could
Then why tf yeen leave me, bitch
Bitch, exactly
So hoe, get at me
I run circles 'round ya ass
This a track meet
That ain't yo' car, stupid bitch
Take a backseat
You should've at me
You should've at me
Ion know who lied when they said she sweet af
If you wanna throw up, know what
Go and eat her up
Prostitution pasta, bitch
I am not a Rasta, bitch
Had a whole lotta hoes
But I ain't never lost a bitch
Prostitution pasta, bitch
I am not a Rasta, bitch
Had a whole lotta hoes
But I ain't never lost a bitch
Prostitution pasta, bitch
Prostitution pasta, bitch
Had a whole lotta hoes
I'm so glad I lost you, bitch
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Writer(s): Freddy Ware
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