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brittney taylor - she's a bitch brimix (young bum diss) lyrics

[intro]
shoutout my b-tches (shoutout)
cause you them be my slimes (what?)
shoutout my haters (why you mad ‘lil b-tch)
we get em’ mad every time, oh (you’s a bum ‘lil b-tch)
we get em’ mad every time, oh
(you still live uptown in that bum -ss crib stop f-cking playing with me bianca dupree we know you)
we get em’ mad every time
oh, oh, wait

[verse 1]
4’10” with the sh-ts
i ain’t even really ’bout to play with this b-tch
coming at my sis when i’m the one you wanna diss young bum don’t want it that’s the real tea sis (yeah we know)
met a few hundreds, can’t beat me b-tch
hoes hate to get confronted by a real street b-tch, talk facts
you been on the tv and you still ain’t got no paper how you still live with your pops and them crackhead neighbors (how?)
got -ss shots and you still ain’t got your weight up (how?)
how your album just drop b-tch it’s 12 years later
heard it had no bops you’s a flop and a hater (no bops)
n-ggas know you been a thot
n-ggas never ever claimed her
no hoe, you are not goals
and your new n-gga suspect he could get exposed
brittany f-cking taylor, k!ll a b-tch in every flavor and the season almost over soon, mona can’t save ya
(you b-tches is f-cking weird)
(it’s like you was just my biggest fan)
(i took care of you b-tch, i let you stay at my crib when you had no where to go)

[verse 2]
she’s a b-tch
let me talk my sh-t
keep throwing shots while i load up this clip
she’s a snitch
why you tell on hank (why)
when ya -ss got knocked for doing drops at the bank
get off my clique
you can’t see me hoe
keep running from mo young beef for broke
she’s on d-ck
don’t speak my name before i drop these pics never forget sh-t stain (uhuh you a sh-tty yuck)
that’s disgusting, how you claiming you a baddie when ya b-tt stink?
going home and tell ya daddy you was hustling
nah you was f-cking webstar for a radio slot
let the whole skrilla hail chicken noodle in ya tw-t
t-rex, young weed, jaffy joe, and chi dot
it’s ain’t safe shawty get them outbreaks run em’ out
you done f-cked every n-gga from the east and uptown (wooooo)
i ain’t playing with you hoe, i ain’t f-cking around
got my cake up on my way up all the way from the ground
i will never sit and makeup when i’m facing a clown
groupie stalking -ss b-tch d-mn poor chris brown
had to get restraining orders cause you stalked him down
that was years ago but d-mn b-tch you stalking me now?
can’t get a break i’m the one you always talking about
for god’s sake check ya lace before you walk out the house
if you gon’ pop sh-t, say it with ya chest
chipmunk sounding b-tch, putting alvin to bed
oh you f-ck with the feds you should be f-cking for bread
the way you give up the p-ssy to n-ggas you just met

[chorus]
bills on me blue, smack a b-tch, who you?
better yet, sh-t stain a.k.a f-ck the crew
then i went blue
guess what? you too
doodoo brown, uncle lou
yeah i’m brown and i’m cute
had to jump me with your clique ‘lil p-ssy -ss b-tch (why)

[verse 3]
and i heard about that p-ssy and it’s fishy -ss stench
showing off for the cameras with ya p-ssy -ss friends
hoes talked about my grandma that was p-ssy comment
young bums screaming first lady c0ke girls
is you dumb it wasn’t even no c0ke girls
french montana didn’t like you he ain’t want you around
you snitched on the only n-gga that ever held you down
then you smashed his homies in and out of the town
that i took you in and you stole from my house
your career is in doubt
your career in the drought
you probably f-cking producers on love and hip hop for clout
b-tch, keep my name out your mouth cause i ain’t playing around
i got my n-gga in back of me call him trey with the pound
no, we ain’t jacking ya sound and i ain’t dropping this crown
you internet throwing shots b-tch i’m backing it out

[chorus]
bills on me blue, smack a b-tch, who you?
better yet, sh-t stain a.k.a f-ck the crew
then i went blue
guess what? you too
uncle lou, doodoo brown
yeah, i’m brown and i’m cute

[verse 4]
you a punk b-tch you don’t really want beef
and you only jump quick cause it’s off of tv
tell that b-tch kiyanne stop f-cking for scenes
and take this l for long island cause you not from queens, b-tch (suck my d-ck)
you really not though

[outro]
sh-tty
is you sh-tting me sh-tty
is you sh-tting me
shoutout to you though, you really on ya sh-t, literally
d-mn, i ain’t really wanna do it
god d-mn, lil b, why you make me have to do it
i ain’t wanna have to do it

- brittney taylor lyrics

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