Street Tarts
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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