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(Run that bitch, Dezz) I hope you order Dr. Pepper and they give your ass Coke Bitch, I hope you eat two Popeyes biscuits and you choke I hope one day you just get stranded in the jungle and get raped by an ape I hope you tryna wrap a present and you can't find the tape I hope you go get them new J's and they turn out to be fake I hope you win a trip to Africa and choke on a grape Hope you decide to take a run and get bit by a snake I hope your nana cook spaghetti and they run out of plates I hope your boyfriend fuck your mama and record it I hope your lil' brother find washing powder and he snort it I hope your motor blow out, I hope you catch a blowout I hope your uncle lose his wallet every time he go out I hope you break your neck, bitch, I hope you break your fuckin' spinal cord Hope your lil' sister fall off her bike and break her handlebars I hope you cut your hand on some glass I hope a homeless person beat you up and spit on your ass I hope you go enroll in college and don't pass your lil' class I hope you fall in some gas I hope your kids get a step daddy, and he beat on they ass I hope you fall down some stairs and fuck your knee up I hope you get in a fight at Walmart and get beat up I hope the wind blow your fuckin' weave off I hope your kids catch a heat stroke playing on a seesaw I hope R. Kelly take you on a date and get you peed on I hope you die choking on a T-bone I hope on all your wedding pictures your grandma smile without her fucking teeth on I hope you got a stalker and your Snap location be on I hope your steering wheel lock on the curb and hit a pole I hope you can't get out and explode I hope your grandpa life insurance cancelled I hope you throw a party, I'ma crash it I hope you know I really hate your family I hope your kids end up just like me, without a daddy I hope for Halloween, they give 'em pills that look like candy Bitch, I hope you crash headfirst into a bus full of retarded children And your car catch on fire from the fluid from the power steering I hope you never find out who your baby for And I hope you know I'm serious, I can't make this up Bitch, I hope your brother fuck your sister and get her pregnant Bitch, I might just post a couple pictures of you naked Bitch, I hope you wake up and your fuckin' dog died Bitch, I hope your brother get his head bust on Live Bitch-ass nigga, hope you at your BM house and I walk out Bitch-ass nigga, I hope she lick my balls and kiss you in your mouth Bitch-ass nigga, hope she go'n let my dawg knock her off Bitch-ass nigga, send my dawg to steal them TV's out your house (bitch)
Writer(s): Jarrad Leith Rogers, Rebecca Ferguson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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