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Mitus Touch
by Brodyvasseur
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That new Rihanna in the front
Bitches in the back they don't like me though (Why?)
I can't tell you 'bout stupid hoes (Why?)
I bet she don't act stupid though
'Cause I cut a bitch
I fuck a bitch, go and find another bitch
And I never trust a bitch
You done touched a n***a 30 times
On some baby mother shit
Talkin' bout you celibate
But you still suckin' dick
This that half a brick, quarter brick
Aye, come and place your order bitch
More of that gutter shit
'Cause that new Rihanna in the front
Bitches in the back, she don't like me though (Why?)
I don't know, she might be broke (Why?)
Why? I can tell you bout stupid hoes (Why)
Why? I bet she don't act stupid though
She know that I have sex with 'em
If you tryin' get lit then go ahead light it ho
What you bitches fightin' for?
Nah, I can't even that's why you can't sit with us
You need to just sit your ass down
I heard you fucked that n***a well I fucked that n***a too
And they probably didn't tell you that's what suckers n***as do
And if he had a chance with me he would have never fucked with you
'Cause that new Rihanna in the front (Woo)
Bitches in the back, they don't like me though (Why?)
Someone's 'bout to let wifey know (Why?)
Thirsty hoes is tryna get chose (Why?)
I guess they know
I heard she hating don't feel no way
I ain't fuck with that bitch, no way
Say that shit to my face, no way
Bet we shut down the place, no way
Bitches stuntin' on me, no way
They ain't fucking with me, no way
Price of fame, it ain't cheap, no way
I don't check the receipt, no way
Cole World, used to stay off his dick
I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks
Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples
A n***a getting cream like an old-ass Laker
But I ain't come to talk about all that paper
That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say
Can't understand why n***as never got shit to do
You know they sayin' same shit, n***a, different day
I never felt that, no way
Cuz on the same day a n***a doing different shit
Spit different flows, hit different chicks
Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish n' chips
Why I do a lot of shows, I'm the shit that's it
Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists
Never stingy with the hoes, word to Cliff and Chris
If I fuck six bitches I got six assists
That new Rihanna shit bump
Bitches in the back don't like me though, (Why?)
I don't know, they wanna be just like me though, (Why?)
I bet you none of them bitches would fight me though, (Why?)
I guess they know
That new Rihanna in the front
Bitches in the back they don't like me though (Why?)
I can't tell you 'bout stupid hoes (Why?)
I bet she don't act stupid though
'Cause I cut a bitch
I fuck a bitch, go and find another bitch
And I never trust a bitch
You done touched a n***a 30 times
On some baby mother shit
Talkin' bout you celibate
But you still suckin' dick
This that half a brick, quarter brick
Aye, come and place your order bitch
More of that gutter shit
'Cause that new Rihanna in the front
Bitches in the back, she don't like me though (Why?)
I don't know, she might be broke (Why?)
Why? I can tell you bout stupid hoes (Why)
Why? I bet she don't act stupid though
She know that I have sex with 'em
If you tryin' get lit then go ahead light it ho
What you bitches fightin' for?
Nah, I can't even that's why you can't sit with us
You need to just sit your ass down
I heard you fucked that n***a well I fucked that n***a too
And they probably didn't tell you that's what suckers n***as do
And if he had a chance with me he would have never fucked with you
'Cause that new Rihanna in the front (Woo)
Bitches in the back, they don't like me though (Why?)
Someone's 'bout to let wifey know (Why?)
Thirsty hoes is tryna get chose (Why?)
I guess they know
I heard she hating don't feel no way
I ain't fuck with that bitch, no way
Say that shit to my face, no way
Bet we shut down the place, no way
Bitches stuntin' on me, no way
They ain't fucking with me, no way
Price of fame, it ain't cheap, no way
I don't check the receipt, no way
Cole World, used to stay off his dick
I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks
Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples
A n***a getting cream like an old-ass Laker
But I ain't come to talk about all that paper
That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say
Can't understand why n***as never got shit to do
You know they sayin' same shit, n***a, different day
I never felt that, no way
Cuz on the same day a n***a doing different shit
Spit different flows, hit different chicks
Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish n' chips
Why I do a lot of shows, I'm the shit that's it
Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists
Never stingy with the hoes, word to Cliff and Chris
If I fuck six bitches I got six assists
That new Rihanna shit bump
Bitches in the back don't like me though, (Why?)
I don't know, they wanna be just like me though, (Why?)
I bet you none of them bitches would fight me though, (Why?)
I guess they know
