Lyrics

Yup Uh huh I don't give a fuck I'll beat a bitch up Scratch off like lotto Bitch try your luck Glock on my hip Surgeon tummy tuck Got your bitch in the crowd like 34 what Nigga I'm badder then your bitch weave Bitch please Like ice make everybody freeze Get on your knees You cannot do me Just lick on my pussy Then you can leave 34 came through Like doomsday With the steal to your brain Like toupee Pretty bitch And she mix like Kool-Aid Drop bombs on a beat like Hussein 34 came through Like doomsday With the steal to your brain Like toupee Pretty bitch And she mix like Kool-Aid Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein Annie Oakley, light that bitch up like smokey Low key I'm a petty bitch, but you owe me No we don't wait in line, they know me Italian nigga, eat my pussy like cannoli Play with my pussy like guitar, Bon Jovi Slowly, ride that nigga dick, like pony OD, on my pussy boy like OP Soaking, make it sound off macaroni My only I'm his Yvette, he Jody No phony Baby don't tell me he show me Can't hoe me 'Cause I get money on my only Foreign If it ain't that then I'm snoring I don't give a fuck I'll beat a bitch up Scratch off like lotto Bitch try your luck Glock on my hip Surgeon tummy tuck Got your bitch in the crowd like 34 what Nigga I'm badder then your bitch weave Bitch please Like ice make everybody freeze Get on your knees You cannot do me Just lick on my pussy Then you can leave 34 came through Like doomsday With the steal to your brain Like toupee Pretty bitch And she mix like Kool-Aid Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein 34 came through Like doomsday With the steal to your brain Like toupee Pretty bitch And she mix like Kool-Aid Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein I don't give a fuck I'll beat a bitch up Scratch off like lotto Bitch try your luck Glock on my hip Surgeon tummy tuck Got your bitch in the crowd like 34 what (Italian nigga, eat my pussy like cannoli)
Writer(s): Charlie Wilson, Wirlie Morris, Mahine Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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