Lyrics

Fuck up the door, Then I fuck up some more, Then I pick up your hoe in it Flick up the phone, Go fish up the blow, And I finger your hoe with it You ain't got my number, Why you call? I'm eating chicken at the mall You fucking slow or sum? Y'all never cared cus y'all way too dum Why you even stop for? You ain't even hot boy Why you even stop for? You ain't even hot boy That's my mom That's no bitch Tut-tut-tut-tut-tut-tut Jungle Tut-tut-tut-tut-tut-tut Rumble Ha-ha-ha-ha Point him out then I hop out the car, Take a seat little man before I fuck up your jaw Nah nah nah You done took it too far, That's not your leader I'm the one with the mo-ha-ha-ha's I just left my house tell me where the funs at? Spin through the block puffing on the loud pack Keep your mouth shut you ain't really bout that, Bout what, what you saying, what fuck Who's this number, Why you call? Still eating chicken at the mall You fucking slow or some? Y'all never cared cus y'all way too dumb Why you even stop for? You ain't even hot boy Why you even stop for? You ain't even hot boy That's my mom That's no bitch Tut-tut-tut-tut-tut-tut Jungle Tut-tut-tut-tut-tut-tut Rumble
Writer(s): Richard Zastenker, Johannes Klahr, Sammy Boakye Bennett, Johnny Boakye Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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