Lyrics:
why'all chicks be f***in' with that mistress s***
Bad broke, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness
Pleads no fifths, leaves no traces, ya
but them boys ain't walking nothing
Catch you down Bad with that cutter, Even if you with your mother
It's real in that Southside, leave your f******
M-U-L-A!
B*tch and I’m the house bored
Fresh than a mother f*cker in the house I’m bored
Crib so clean I ain’t even got chores
And I ain’t going
alright because I plan it in my head
I love this shit so much I’ll do it till I’m f**in’ dead
I Could never live another persons life instead
Imma make
means you're penalized
Yet they look at housewives and mothers with evil eyes
Like they don't f-in matter, same with the father
Rather have food stamps
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my twelve-gauge.
One of my boys just got shot, huh.
F***in' around, in that million dollar spot.
A educated
note. My fault, admittedly, I said, can I help you? There was an incident with your son today. An incident? Yes. Your son said F in front of the whole
want the Rosé
Or the José
Yup... Tequila in the house
Have a toast
And put it in ya mouth
Yo mutha-f'in mouth
Like your girl say
Or Akyneli on'em
Got
Buried the stink ho in it, then pay to have the street repaved
(The f-?) Woke up in a dream state, in a cold sweat
Like I got hit with a freeze ray
air from can Knox
Peace to Adam’s fam
Juggernauts, strong hold
That’s my mother f***in word
You’ve been all over the world
You’ve hunted just
(Food clothes medicine)
Heh, so y'all know it's nearly a hundred and ten degrees in this f***in' vulgar room domain.
Got the motherf***in' face
me laugh
I got an F+ in basic math
Give it to me now
Palmdale, (Hell yeah) come back to me
I gotta do one song for my neighborhood (chicken
Walk in the club and I fuck it up
I need all the bad bitches
Triple F in this mother fucker nigga
Finna fuck this shit up
Bounce that ass on my mama
the cushions, f****in skinny ho’s and disrespect a fat b***h, call us dusty n***as who come from some hasbins, probably talking about our mommas, cause fathers
Who I be
The realest on yo team
I ain't mean
I'm just a f***in queen
If he really wanna f*** with me
He gotta treat me
Better than I treat me
Got
ocelot
She wanna f*** in the parking lot
So I say
Bae wassup with you
We in public don't be so rude
I do wanna meet your mood
Lets go back
We turning up and we just getting started
Feed Family First we the life of the party
Triple F in the mother fucker nigga
Hating on me better get you
Triple F in this mother fucker
I need all the bad bitches to report to the floor
She threw it back cause she classy
She threw it back cause she
counting
Dividends your career
In the grass never coming back
She got a F in the class she
Could never pass
At the top like Eiffel
Bitches wanna rival
These
smoke crack)
[Proof]
My mind ain't where I left it last
I got an F in class; in fact, eff this class!
Why they call this a special class?
I'm gon'
Then you need to graduate to mother f***ing In Da Streets Vol.1-3
Then you need to go to Trap Muzik, I got locked up for a second
Then grab Urban
wrath child
You are walkin' a lie
You are talkin' with a knife.
Mother always talked to you
You're a f...in' kid, You're not mine,
You've always had war
perfect[00:24.49]Bad little bitch she really be curving[00:26.52]She a foreign, she ain't no American[00:28.74]And I drive around town in that mother f
finish last though, we won't finish last)
But don't ya be fooled, we'll f*%# u in the end
(We won't finish last though
We won't finish last though
We
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