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jesus b. - stains lyrics

got bottles, got b-tches, got aim on you snitches, no time for fractious b-tches acting like a witness, run, call it fitness, my d-ck, that’s the business, and it got that bigness, f-ck the cops, they piglets, i don’t f-ck with thots, cause they f-cking witless, what you talking bout willis, my b-tches got thickness, hit that sh-t with swiftness, hit it than i ditch it, uh, yeah

i stay flexing like a gymnast, i ain’t stressing on the digits, i ain’t stressing on the disses, i distress the clique like sinked ships
vicious b-tches, they come with quickness, i’ma f-ck ya hoe and mistress

uh, yeah, and we do it everyday, all the time, screaming, “f-ck b-tches who hate”
i’ve been moving forward, ya’ll running in place, they just copy like stencils, they on me, they trace, i say f-ck your head hoe, your t–th got some stains, f-ck your head hoe, your t–th got some stains, i say f-ck your head hoe, your t–th got some stains, f-ck your head hoe, your t–th got some stains

you know i got bread hoe, you know that i bake, i follow my goals, do not believe in fate, i see through these hoes, they just fake cellophane
they tryna to copy, they gon get erased, i get that glock and i am for their brains, i leave all against me deranged and insane, don’t try to run up on me, i’ll leave you shanked
i get myself money, i go to the bank, you think that it’s funny, you gon get de-ranked
i would f-ck your hoe, but her p-ssy just stank, this life isn’t free, gotta pay, gotta pay

- jesus b lyrics

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