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hussein fatal – i can’t stand lyrics

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[intro: hussein fatal]
(yo dizza what up man?)
n+ggas be thinkin’ they sayin’ sumn’ (sh+t)
they little bit of ho’s
we done ran through
you know
it’s just a matter of time
aything in the dark come to light
y’all gotta know
listen

[verse 1: hussein fatal]
nah, you ain’t my dog, kitty+cat+ass+n+gga
no i don’t like you when you see me give+me dap+ass+n+gga
you don’t know? talkin’ sl!ck get you clapped fast n+gga
po’ n+gga out+the+backdo’+at+the+show+n+gga
i f+ck with dough n+ggas ready fo’ wo n+ggas
that’ll send po’ n+ggas lookin’ for old n+ggas
you don’t even know [?] you ain’t know dizza
was f+ckin’ with rap+a+lot and not stranded on the row n+gga
peaceful n+gga, you a weak flow n+gga
a park around the corner from the repo n+gga
sh+t was all good just a week ago n+gga
run n+gga, talkin’ and ain’t got a gun n+gga
i’m a hot t n+gga, drop three n+gga
at gun point, you one of those not me n+ggas
now you a court n+gga, come up short n+gga
a f+ck you fatal you ain’t even from north n+gga
might drop a pack n+ggas, i c+ck back n+ggas
like hussein what’s crackin’ where ‘pac at n+gga?
my blackout n+ggas, back out n+ggas
oh you trade one two piece and cr+p out n+gga
oh no dough, then have the mak out n+gga
my brrat n+gga, puttin’ like fifty in ya back n+gga
act quick n+gga, you get bl!cked n+gga
it’s rap+a+lot mafia now talk sl!ck n+gga
[chorus: hussein fatal]
i can’t stand n+ggas hate snake b+tches
so if i ain’t with my peeps i don’t take pictures
you ho’s is crazy and you dealin’ wit’ fake n+ggas
goin’ all out they way wantin’ to hate n+ggas

[verse 2: hussein fatal]
you’s a snake b+tch, come get me late b+tch
lucky to get mcdonalds, screamin’ get me steak b+tch
takin’ these dumb n+ggas on the ricky lake b+tch
strip b+tch, burnt out, you look sick b+tch
cramp my style b+tch, hampa gown b+tch
can’t iron ya clothes, but quick to champ ’em out b+tch
a ugly toe b+tch, f+ck after the show b+tch
hold up what time it is, i gotta go b+tch
you’s a easy b+tch, a sleazy b+tch
monsta lookin’ dirty kneed greasy b+tch
where my pretty b+tches? nice titty b+tches
send ’em to the smoke spot six foot fifty b+tches
my bank roll ho’s answer me first b+tches
visa and mastercard family first b+tches
my quick dro b+tches, spit fo’ b+tches
that stay at the clinic, and love the d+ck grow b+tches
i can’t stand b+tches you don’t know nan b+tches
oh yeah that’s my girl but i’m f+ckin’ her man b+tches
a send ’em on a trip and be sniffin’ a gram b+tches
disgusting b+tches, hatin’ who i’m f+ckin’ b+tches



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