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lil mandigo sosa – nigga you pussy lyrics

[intro]
’bout it (’bout it)
’bout it (’bout it)
glock out [?] because i’m ’bout it (’bout it)
i’m ’bout it (’bout it)
i’m ’bout it
i’m ’bout that! (i’m ’bout it)
i’m ’bout that! (i’m ’bout it)
you know i cut up everywhere i go
exposing sh+t volume 1, volume 1

[chorus]
you say you a k!lla, and you be bustin’ heads ([?])
how the f+ck you a k!lla, you ain’t never left the bed (boy you a b+tch)
i know your background, boy you know you scared
‘member that time i met him outchea man he call the feds
n+gga you p+ssy, and you ain’t ’bout that life
on that internet, you hard [?] fight (b+tchass)
n+gga you p+ssy (you p+ssy)
n+gga you p+ssy (you p+ssy)
how the f+ck you let a n+gga in jail take your cookies?

[verse 1]
i ain’t backing out for no n+gga (n0body)
[?] clip in his b+tch
[?] flip four n+ggas ([?])
i got a shooter who’ll whack you for the low n+gga
i heard you was looking for me
here i go n+gga
my ruger with the d+ck
you’ll get [?]
i ain’t got to prove n0body that i got [?] (i’m wit that)
[?] shoot a b+tch ‘member that time i took your [?]
and your sister ate my d+ck up, got that hoe straight on camera
plus i’m [?] from louisiana to atlanta
and i be fulla drank got the [?] mixed with the fanta (i’m full of lean)
all you rappers really b+tch (b+tchass)
all you rattin’ ass n+gga i know you snitchin’ (brra tah tah!)
[chorus]
you say you a k!lla, and you be bustin’ heads ([?])
how the f+ck you a k!lla, you ain’t never left the bed (boy you a b+tch)
i know your background, boy you know you scared
‘member that time i met him outchea man he call the feds
n+gga you p+ssy, and you ain’t ’bout that life
on that internet, you hard [?] fight (b+tchass)
n+gga you p+ssy (you p+ssy)
n+gga you p+ssy (you p+ssy)
how the f+ck you let a n+gga in jail take your cookies?

standin’ down, st+st+st+standin’ down
put a n+gga in a coffin, man down (that’s on you [?])
cracked a n+gga sh+t, punch a n+gga down (boom boom)
ain’t no one who won’t in my clique who’ll stomp a n+gga down (ratchet committed)
if you ain’t really one i’m with
move around (what)
i know a couple clowns, who moved and left the town (b+tchass)
why/like every time you wanna shoot [?]
you a bomb sh+t down
boy you know you p+ssy, you was born with a p+ssy
run the mouth [?] they gon’ find you in the bushes
come across that gang life, you gon’ get gunned down
i’m with that do a n+gga bad
go in his pockets, take his cash and put that choppa in his ass (gratata!)

- lil mandigo sosa lyrics

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