JUICY CHERRY PIE

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(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Boys are self centered
On the platter, front and center
Talking all that shit bout women
(Boy go sit down) And his mother
Such a loser, you ain't straight
Up and down, bitch you gay
Don't be talking shit cause you a stray
Here go fetch, go play
Ladies, don't get blindsided
He likes bussy, not your pussy
Not to be conceited but your man has a case
He gon plead it
Don't want your man, so quit talking shit
Fo' I ride his face and make him my bitch
Should I mention he a freak? He a tight lil bitch
Before he comes, I go "who's my bitch?"
"Who's my bitch?"
"I'm your bitch"
You bitches are the real faggots
Wanna be me, that's so tragic
Say my name, it causes traffic
Say your name, I don't hear static
All your views are systematic
We both know you wanna grab it
Your hand reminds me of your dad's
Feeling nostalgic? (Aha, your dad's DL)
I told you once, won't tell you twice
Say it once, I'll grab the dice
Open your mouth, it's on sight
Stick your head on your kid's kite
I don't bark, bitch I bite
Ain't no maybe's, ain't no mights
Driving through the city
With my machete i'm out tonight
My bussy so tight, tastes like juicy cherry pie
Why you so uptight? don't be rude be polite
You can have a piece, I'm worth the fight
I'm just kidding, hoe back up
Living my life makes me bust
Living your life, damn that sucks
You won't ever see me with a man
Matter of fact, I need a tan
Losing weight, I need a fan
30lbs I know you gagged
Ass too fat, give me a pass
You're in the past, in the trash
Don't worry bout me and God's plan
You go worry bout drugs and cans
Just turned twenty three, and I'm at peace
But don't get it twisted, E-Y-E-A in this bitch
I went through ups and downs
All last year without a doubt
Lost a few friends but I'm proud
Thanks for the love but I'm out
gained some weight and lost myself
But then I found God by myself
Lost that weight and I'm back on top
So you bitches know what's up
Summer's coming up
And I'm only getting hotter
Sexier and better
Bussy tight and wetter
I might send you a letter
Tell you my ass got fatter
She's on the floor go get her
I think I just upset her
It's prolly too much pressure
I'm lethal and in leather
Front in line, front in center
Pop that shit forever
E-Y-E-A and that's forever
(Mwuah)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
I really am that girl though
You bitches can't
Y'all are a bunch of fucking losers
Up in my fucking world bitch
(Ya, ya, ya, ya)

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