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I'll shoot the bitch up Girl stay cute, when I shoot the bitch up I don't do the switch ups When I say so, better loose the lips up I'll shoot the bitch up Guillotine sharp, execute the bitch up Boutta hit a lick up Swerving in my coupe, when I step the drift up Uh, boutta murder a bitch Bitch get slick, end up in a ditch Yeah you little snitch! Me and LV gonna chop her to bits I'm too cunt, you're just a runt No I'm not LOONA, got a girl front Stepping on necks in Louboutin pumps Gotta love women who know what they want (Yuh, yuh) Bitches be hating with split ends I don't wanna fuck with your boyfriend UWU, pick me hoes do send Imagine doing all that, for men You saints know I get no L I'll drag your soul straight back to hell If sheriff calls, I'm not home, well It's Los Santos, you know crime sells I'll shoot the bitch up Girl stay cute, when I shoot the bitch up I don't do the switch ups When I say so, better loose the lips up I'll shoot the bitch up Guillotine sharp, execute the bitch up Boutta hit a lick up Swerving in my coupe, when I step the drift up Hold up, you bitches leaking Must be your pussy, I hear it squeaking Wetter than niagara Legs be open, spread like a chicken Eating roosters rest, got to your head Always looking for cock, call Kyle Pred He thirsty, thirsty Wanna get in bed Wanna make sure I'm fed He Crusty Rusty! Los Santos, No Handouts I do it all by myself, I standout Head over heels, her hand out Going up and down, he timed out These labels on me, better run my check Creampie, Wu-Chang, going cheque to cheque 40k, ain't nothing for me Dean They trynna murder me, call me meal Uh, they always wanna front front like breasts With you rats, I am done done Roaches be on the ground, cleaning the floor That's what they're useful for Let's have our drinks up Murdered a bitch, don't tell PETA Distress signal Dead body in a ditch, update her TINDER! I'll shoot the bitch up Girl stay cute, when I shoot the bitch up (Shoot shoot) I don't do the switch ups When I say so, better loose the lips up (Hey) I'll shoot the bitch up Guillotine sharp execute the bitch up (Pow) Boutta hit a lick up Swerving in my coupe, when I step the drift up Read the chain on my neck, no you ain't fucking with me I go shoot shoot, leave a pink hair over your body Ody, ody Bullet between your teeth I'm giving T more than head When I'm pulling down his Tommy's (Oop) Bitch you wanna know some? Slim thick, body make him bust like a gun (Uh) Hit you like a home run I chew chew these bitches up, bubblegum Got a grip like a headlock That's MDM on your headtop, huh These bitches no bite and all talk Imma leave them hoes shaking, if I catch them on my block Thought I really cared about you, but nah nah nah It be your own people turn against you, wow wow wow Secretly, got a glock loaded in my handbag Pull up the strap, silly don't you know I can fight back? I'll shoot the bitch up (Shoota, shoota) I don't do the switch ups (Shoota, shoota) I'll shoot the bitch up (Shoota, shoota) Boutta hit a lick up Swerving in my coupe, when I step the drift up
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