Ayee, Lil Kayla wassup In case you didn’t know, I don’t give a fuck about no bitch (no bitch) Especially a hoe bitch, get off my line go get some dough bitch.. (dough bitch) My n*** dome shit, get that dough and get up on shit. And I could never be broke if I’m running out them stores bitchh please.. Stop speaking on a real bitch like me (real bitch like me) Yo n*** chopped you down, he said you don’t get no cheese.. (he said you don’t get no cheese) You never wit yo kids, and yo house ain’t never clean Sad story.. And you wonder why he get out here and cheat bitchh (creeep) These hoes got they nerve speaking down, met that n*** up in jail Now you love him, you a clown (you a clown) That n*** fucked yo partna, and you kept his ass around (kept his ass around) And you still hang wit yo partna, how the fuck do that sound bitchh? (How the fuck do that sound bitchh) Ion see how hoes put up with n****s aye (I don’t) You prolly thinkin you can’t find another n*** huhh? Bitch ion give a fuckk how much I love a n***, blame me once that’s on me, 2 times I’m burnin rubber n*** (haaah) And you can always catch me with a few bitches (uhh) I take em to the mall, and I use bitches (uhhh) Baby I’m a fool short fuse wit it (uhh) And I heard you fuck with n*** who abuse bitchess (he abuse bitchesss) Free Dev out that slammer, shout out holly he go crazy with that hammer Drop a pin queez, come and go bananas 2 letter gang dem my n****s, so what’ss hanninn I’m trippin over L till I’m gone boy, I’m all over yo head you move wrong boy (you move wrong boy) Do this shit in real life, fuckk a song boy (fuckk a song boy) ???? I’ll go for it (I’ll go for ittt) You hoes be on some other shit aye (some other shit) Stop speaking on L, he ain’t yo brother bitch (bitch he ain’t yo brother) I get ghost if I feel some funny shit (If I feel some funny shit) I’ll break this bitch down just for the fun of it, loook (just for the fun of it, loook) I gotta touch that bag like sleezeee (uhh) I ain’t been to sleep in boutta week Mirror, let’s do a turn around, it’s on mee Bitch don’t need no whip, we walk thru shit on feeet (uh) Gotta touch that bag like sleeezee (uhh) I ain’t been to sleep in boutta week Mirror, lets do a turn around, it’s on meeee Look don’t need no whip, we walk thru shit on feet bitchhh Boutta touch that bag like sleezeee Boutta touch that bag like sleezeee Boutta touch that bag like sleezeee..
Written by: Jessica Campos
Submitted on: June 13, 2020
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