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intro

sh-t i need get nurtured or sum way i be runnin‘ through these lil’ groupie hoes ohhh shiitttttt

chorus

f-ck that thot thot

she fugazi (man f-ck that hoe)

f-cked ha friend f-cked sista now she hate me

you a rundown (ughhhhh)

you a basic

tried to f-ck with one my dawgs it don’t phase me (na! na!)

game on lock

champ bailey (boy dem clamps!)

got them shooters got them haitians they from haiti (woah)

yeah they crazy (woah)

you betta pay me (woah)

load them drums send em marchin like this macy’s (praaaaaa)

verse

where that tape (aye)

k!lla where that tape (aye, aye)

we been waitin all day where that tape
(yuh, yuh)

say nomore, here we go

p-ssy n-gga take some notes

i been whippin & the choppin the beats all up in the studio

but how u do that

how u chop & screw that

swear i get more head than a mf durag

swear i got more sauce than some nuggets than a bigmac (but what u bout)

real n-gga, o.g ask yo grandad
(ask that n-gga)

bet i block a dumb hoe like mutumbo

f-ck dem hoes back to back that’s a combo

on ha tiptoe (ah!)

on the wood flo (ah! ah!)

then i nut all ha face all on ha torso

off that whiskey (yuh!)

i’m so crispy (yuh!)

maybe that’s why all these babies wanna l!ck me (what?)

wanna tick me (what?)

wanna sip me (n-gga what?)

once i’m done with that hoe she a frisbee

chorus

f-ck that thot thot

she fugazi (man f-ck that hoe)

f-cked ha friend f-cked sista now she hate me

you a rundown (ughhhhh)

you a basic

tried to f-ck with one my dawgs it don’t phase me (na! na!)

game on lock

champ bailey (boy dem clamps!)

got them shooters got them haitians they from haiti (woah)

yeah they crazy (woah)

you betta pay me (woah)

load them drums send em marchin like this macy’s (praaaaaa)

verse

uhhhhhhh! lemme get that bag

skrt! skrt! do the dash

got ha in position call me hulk i’m bout to smash (ooo yuh!)

make ha tap out (ugh!)

make ha p-ss out (ugh! ugh!)

this that therapeutic d-ck blow ya back out (ayeeeee!)

now i gotta breathin hard like huhhh! huhhh!

wait, no ugh, ugh

somethin’ like ooo, yuhh

thought she was the 3 little pigs way she huff puff

thought she could arrest me, thought she coulda handcuff

way i put them moves woulda thought she was a wrestla

neva text ha (na!)

only s-x ha (ya!)

i dropped my babies at ha crib babysitta (aye)

in and out, drive through, n-gga checkers (skrt!)

authentic, you artificial

that’s a flag on the on play blow the whistle (prrrrr)

b-tch i’m shinin’ , b-tch i’m gleamin’ imma crystal

b-tch i double what u make, matta fact i triple

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