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Lyrics: I don't give a f*** about these Nigga's or these hoes Don't you ever, don't you ever Make me spit on yo ass bi***!!! ahh-ha Verse One: f*** them hoes, let 'em bounce Known for kickin' bi***es out, all they wanna do Is sneak a blunt or two out yo house Try to help us, with a plan guard yo grill and watch yo back bi***es known for showin' other nigga's where you kick it at Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug With a bi*** got him sick, if he a sucker for love bi*** His nigga's better show him who unified To get respect you got to play, watch them hoes step aside bi***! I'm just like you bi***! I smoke weed to bi***! I need gee'z so look bi***! I don't need you all y'all can suck my I don't give a f***! die! now bi*** bye! You blowin' my high! Chorus: I love myself, I hug myself an if I had a p**** I f*** myself See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz Now who in the hell came here to stop me I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha Now who in the hell came to get it started I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha {2x} Verse Two: f*** these nigga's who dropped me on my head When I was younger, I did some wild sh** To make these nigga's wonder Am I craze, or am I straight sick Round with these f***in' lunatic's You talk sh**! You get yo wig split! If you wanna try me! You must be ready to die bi***! I ain't scared to die bi***! Ya see it's just a hobby! God gave me time, I was game from my birth I couldn't let the sh** go to waist I had to put this sh** to work I'm just a ghetto ass nigga! With the street knowledge I was gave! You try to play! Run up on this 12-gage! Hell nah! hit a tree, had to go help him up You shouldn't have never f***ed up! Now you lookin' f***ed up! Blew his head clean off his shoulder I was all ready gone, before anybody showed up Got away clean, like some Jean's when you wash 'em Trill ass soldier's ain't no way you can stop us bi***! Chorus Verse Three: I be bustin' nut's on yo baby mama, baby head Why you be gangster, somebody got 'em keep 'em fed When I fed to the point where I be bakin' bread I mean fed to the point where I be servin' head Now look, that don't mean I'm try'na sound bad and sh** When I stab that trick, you can have the bi*** Grab yo bi***, you need to try to train yo bi*** Tame yo bi***, cuz she be runnin' game ya bi*** Now you all in a nigga grill, lookin' all swole Picturin' how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes No damn well, that yo Mom taught ya better cuz A bi*** will get'cha killed if ya let her That's why I love myself, I hug myself an if I had a p**** I f*** myself See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz Chorus Verse Four: Punchin' got a long head Ballin' keep my artillery Gangsta so I'm a mission sh** Cap pilla I'm known for spittin' on bi***es Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and At the same time bi***, you f***in' with some ATL soldiers Smokin' for free, and drinkin' for free nigga hell nah! First ya got to take yo muthaf***in' draw's off Cuz real player's bout to lay the law down You better draw the straw now, you done f***ed Up'ed Now! This how we do it in the A-T-L For them hoes who think they p**** fire ass hell Got a game for that ass big d***'s to match Don't have time for them hoes, who be try'na act Ha Do it! get 'em shorty get 'em we ain't playin' with 'em If you clockin' nigga spit 'em Nigga Spit 'Em! Stupid ass hoes, be try'na act But they switch up, bi*** up and call ya back Say what? Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act But they switch up, and bi*** up and call ya back Say what? Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act But they switch up, and bi*** up and call ya back And We! shake them hoes off what! Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what! Nigga! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what! Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My nigga Shake them hoes off Nigga we ain't got no love for these hoes, These bi***es swtich d***'s like outfit's Hoes, ya need to find another route Figure that a nigga be thugged out And we off in the club More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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