Street Tarts

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J.B. Hannibal

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I was born at night but not last night
These street tarts ain't right
But you was blowing her back out last night
But she was just hanging with a friend last night
Man that straight niggardly
I don't mean it figurately
Why sell your soul to some ho when all she wants is the gold
Why give a bitch nine when you can hear an echo
You know how this game is played she be mine at half pass nine passed around like a blunt
Man that straight niggardly
I don't mean it figurately
Raise her up like a queen she screams you are a peasant not worth your spleen
I have done everything but trust these street tarts thinking they are smart nothing but retards

When a richy wants ya bitch
And your bitch can't do shit for ya
Oh these tarts ain't faithful full of hot air
These tarts are full of farts shit for brains nothing to rub together
These street tarts aren't fit for a toaster no need to roast her should just ghost her
Oh these tarts ain't faithful full of hot air
These tarts are full of farts shit for brains nothing to rub together
Wooah wooaah wooah these tarts ain't loyal acting like they royal

Came into cash now these bitches hanging from me like a ring
Easily can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't settle I don't meddle
Just f*ck it and quit it quick to split like a banana peel
Got a bald bitch with some fake tits
Took her to the creek with me
Smoking Mary J sipping muscadine wine
She wanted a little something something to pass time
Smoked weed got a bit high
Drunk some wine got a bit crunk
Bitch said not good enough
So I talked to a buddie in the Deep South for a little extra stuff
Now the bitch is a straight ghoul tried to warn her but she was a fool
But that's fine because she wasn't loyal
Had nine guys lined up that night like she was royal

When a richy wants ya bitch
And your bitch can't do shit for ya
Oh these tarts ain't faithful full of hot air
These tarts are full of farts shit for brains nothing to rub together
These street tarts aren't fit for a toaster no need to roast her should just ghost her
Oh these tarts ain't faithful full of hot air
These tarts are full of farts shit for brains nothing to rub together
Wooah wooaah wooah these tarts ain't loyal

From the streets she comes to the streets this bitch returns
Sneaky snakes talking about loyalty wanting to be with you forever
Bitch it's obvious the wall came a knocking now you cocking my dick aiming for a good dicking
Baby rabies in full swing in heat looking for some bling
Maybe a wedding ring may be a court date
All while your plate is full
Mr Monday Mr Tuesday Mr Free Food Friend zone slave
Oh behave
F*ck with this bitch and it'll be your grave
Sheeps marching with Lions
Quick to devour
After all misery loves company
Queen Bee
Being their friends savor
In reality straight traitor
These tarts
Wil drag any of their friends to the streets with them
Most certaintly not a gem

Oooh oooh I said these tarts ain't faithful full of hot air
These tarts are full of farts shit for brains nothing to rub together
These street tarts aren't fit for a toaster no need to roast her should just ghost her
Oh these tarts ain't faithful full of hot air
These tarts are full of farts shit for brains nothing to rub together
Wooah wooaah wooah these tarts ain't loyal acting like they royal

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