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dj sound - tryfling ass g bitches pt. 2 lyrics

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[verse]
memphis ass n+gga talkin’ about tryfling ass tramp
hoes l!ck up nut like l!ckin’ up some stamps
[?] resthave n+ggas catch up with your kind
b+tches get sh+t, n+gga, not a motherf+ckin’ dime
take my time, trick, to make sure that these hoes fake
talk about a b+tch, every godd+mn day
n+ggas get they b+tches goin’, a motherf+cker headhunter
b+tches really trick me out when they act like they ain’t goin
f+ckin’ with the frayser pimp, straight out the f+ckin’ north
stick my d+ck in a ho mouth, then make her k!ll that noise
kee+wee don’t show no respect for a tryfling b+tch
only thing a ho can do is suck my motherf+ckin’ d+ck
n+ggas it’s ashamed that you got a get a b+tch with cash
already payin’ the b+tch, make you n+ggas kissin’ ass
b+tches ain’t sh+t in the end, when you have no ends
when you get assed out, ho f+ckin’ on your friends
told you once again n+ggas, now i’m gonna tell you twice
f+ckin’ with a b+tch, n+gga’s like f+ckin’ with your life
but you n+ggas still gonna find your way to the ho
tryna see who she’s f+ckin’, knockin’ on the d+mn door
then you p+ssed off ’cause you don’t know where she at
some real n+ggas hittin’ the ho, hittin’ her from the back
some n+ggas get jealous, motherf+ckin’ lovebuds
don’t try to fight, be a player like this player, ’cause
f+ck a ho, let that ho bring you back the cash flow
real n+ggas like me chargin’ these b+tches ’til they broke
i ain’t got sh+t, not a f+ckin thang for you b+tch
only thing i got to give is my motherf+ckin’ d+ck
you hoes got me f+cked up, think i’m gonna beat you, trick
that’s why you hoes hate real n+ggas outta frayser, b+tch
pimpin’ these b+tches is the thang that i like to do
hit a b+tch in the eye turn that motherf+cker blue
call the cops, b+tch, ’cause that’s how the sh+t gonna be
i be at the crib, smoked out, waitin’ waitin’ with my peeps
waitin’ on any motherf+cker wanna get some
[?] on these b+tches dressed up like a f+ckin’ bomb
what i’m tryna say, love no b+tches, love your f+ckin’ crown
this is part two on you b+tches and it goes on
[interlude]
yeah, first of all i wanna say f+ck you to all you trifling ass g b+tch out there
you know i’m sayin’
and theres two b+tches out there, know i’m sayin’
i’m especially talkin’ about that taneisha b+tch and that tonya b+tch
know what i’m sayin’
may kee+wee nut taste like dog sh+t in your mouth, b+tch
know what i’m sayin’
and i’m out this motherf+cker, for the 9+4, ho

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