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Who the fuck is this dumb ass bitch tryna run her lips like she won't get hit? Your whole shit's been a hit and miss but after this you won't get dick All pun intended your Weasel Gang I'ma end it Instead of chasin' Church you shoulda been in it Nobody likes you, scissorin's what excites you Your voice is flatter than your body from a side view Nothin' behind you, I'll serve you like a drive-thru And tell that dude that's always with you he's a dyke too Time to sleep in this bed I made you You been dead but I thought I'd raise you Back to life, next time think twice before you lie and say somebody raped you Shame on anyone who raised you You ain't the queen, dumb bitch, we hate you Fuck you and the clout you chase Hope you like this song I made you You never seen nobody act like me Tell the truth and get 'em mad like me A country girl this bad like me Sweet as tea with an ass like me Southern belle, I raise hell Southern belle, I raise hell Southern belle, I raise hell Get it right, you gonna catch this L Letras de cancionesSaid you're a virgin, that made me sick We all know that's 'cause you don't take dick (What up Autumn) Feelin' like 2Pac ridin' on my enemies You're from Carolina bitch, quit claimin' Tennessee I'm from the home of the alligators and Everglades We deal with drama 357 ways You started this, but I'ma finish it And if you want it, say you want it You can get it bitch You never seen nobody act like me Tell the truth and get 'em mad like me A country girl this bad like me Sweet as tea with an ass like me Southern belle, I raise hell Southern belle, I raise hell Southern belle, I raise hell Get it right, you gonna catch this L From Letras Mania