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Y'all, I— It was a bitch ran up on me with a motherfuckin' Southside Fade These bitches walkin' around with Southside F—? This hoe ran up on me in Family Dolla', y'all The bitch hit me in my lip so fuckin' fast, I ain't even get to lick my shit I ain't even get to feel if it was swellin' up or not The bitch— ah, I'm like, okay, I'm on that too So we can, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah You know what I'm sayin'? We on that Yeah, bitch, we on that You know you don't want that We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets Yeah, hoe, we like that Pussy hoe, don't fight back We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend That you got your ass beat from here to Dead End Yeah, hoe, we like that Pussy hoe, don't fight back Stomp down, never been sweet Aye Okay, I'm throwed I'm the one that got these bitches puttin' blush on they nose Letras de cancionesAnd wearin' pink on they clothes They know I'm throwin' the bows French tip on the toes And it's bald, Amber Rose I'm that bitch and it shows That I'm that— huh, that's a fact None of these bitches wanna get down and scratch I'ma mink-mink-mink me a bitch, no cap On the internet talkin'— bitch, talk to the chat Cause I'm not pickin' up what you puttin' down Bitch, I heard the word around town Them hoes said you wasn't on shit Bitch, we laugh, you a clown Why hoes wanna pick with just me? Maybe cause I'm gettin' money and I'm pretty Bitch, you got the wrong idea Pussy hoe, just wait and you'll see Yeah, bitch, we on that You know you don't want that We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets Yeah, hoe, we like that Pussy hoe, don't fight back We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend That you got your ass beat from here to Dead End Yeah, hoe, we like that Pussy hoe, don't fight back Stomp down, never been sweet Aye That tough-ass shit, I ain't buyin' it If you want the smoke, I'm supplyin' it I am that bitch, no denyin' it That's why these bitches keep tryin' it, huh I'm not a Family Guy But I'll kill you and go write a book just like Brian did Spread you thin—Mariah the Scientist Your business, hoe—you shoulda minded it Hello? The fuck did you think I was on? The fuck did you think that it meant When I told you that I'm in the field like a zone? Come on— Aye The fuck did you think I was on? Bitch, you might not make it home I'm starving like Marvin Hoe, let's get it on Yeah, bitch, we on that You know you don't want that We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets Yeah, hoe, we like that Pussy hoe, don't fight back We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend That you got your ass beat from here to Dead End Yeah, hoe, we like that Pussy hoe, don't fight back Stomp down, never been sweet From Letras Mania