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Lyrics: * the same song appears on the outsidaz night life ep Intro Yeah, rah digga once again, about to set it on niggas Representing for all my bi***es across the globe Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon... Chorus 1 (rah digga) Say f*** y'all niggas (f*** y'all niggas) Everyone of y'all niggas (everyone of y'all niggas) Don't trust y'all niggas (don't trust y'all niggas) f*** all y'all niggas (f*** all y'all niggas) Verse 1 (rah digga) All my bi***es that had it up to here We about to make changes coming in the new year Say f*** y'all niggas (f*** y'all niggas) Don't trust y'all niggas (don't trust y'all niggas) Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy f***ers Trife ass strife with all them wack baby mothers f*** y'all niggas (f*** y'all niggas) Everyone of y'all niggas (everyone of y'all niggas) Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money Chanel money, nike and adidas shell money bi***es 'bout to shut down your whole line of gang Gasp! thinking you gon' put some sh** in money It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting Suck a nigga's friend, tell his man like he hit it Lying on your d***, blow your spot, oh well Bunch of bum ass niggas can't even cop hotels Chorus 1 Chorus 2 (young zee) f*** y'all bi***es (f*** y'all bi***es) f*** all y'all bi***es (f*** all y'all bi***es) I don't trust y'all bi***es (don't trust y'all bi***es) So f*** y'all bi***es (f*** y'all bi***es) Verse 2 (young zee) On my room ceiling, I got mad mirrors built in So when I f*** you you're gon' feel like you're at the hilton Fake dime hoes, you give 'em alizé You can smell their toungues from a hundred miles away Y'all lame gucci bi***es (fake gucci bi***es) Stink coochi bi***es (stink coochi bi***es) My niggas pop girls up in back of zee's truck But we ain't going nowhere till after we f*** Cause ? ? ? we might not touch, how that sounding? I don't give a f*** if a bi*** come in growling Tell your girls 'f*** everyone of us' Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach bust Drop your drawers, come slop my balls You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and i... Let your pretty ass run loose And go distract the cops while your ass go 'boost!' Chorus 1 Chorus 2 Chorus 1 Chorus 2 More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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