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nef the pharaoh - whore bitch lyrics

[verse 1]
imma have a attitude if i don’t get the bag
b+tch asked what’s my favorite mood i say gettin’ cash
the teacher had the dumbest rules so i skipped class
bossed up i was buyin’ flights off of skiplad
now the attendant on the jet bring me rich snacks
im always freestylin, when the last time i wrote a rap?
his favorite artist beenie man so you knew he cap
he tried to put the city on his back but his shoulders snapped
fnl im playin’ the quarterback i be throwin’ back
there’s three thing you see in my trap pimpes, hoes, and straps
you doing bad your money low you could fold the stack
p+ssy tried to run from the drum then his bro collapsed
i tried to stuff it in, her p+ssy wasn’t big enough
never snooze in on the bag i do the giddy up
she sucked my d+ck with her best friend i made they titties touch
5 bed rooms my 2 sons watchin’ disney plus

[chorus]
i know they love it and they hate it when i talk sh+t
slapped the b+tch in sports plus now she car sick
made her fall asleep on the d+ck that’s a bar b+tch
prolly went over your head, that’s a bar b+tch
i don’t play non of these n+ggas they garbage
dope weed smellin’ like an indian armpit
once they heard the nine they quit the gang, n+ggas forfeit
i been on the road doin tours with the wh0re b+tch
[verse 2]
backwoods was poor quality im fronto
you would be independent too you know what i know
slap a n+gga out his timberlands he threw up west coast
boy i’m tryna hit yo b+tch again she got the best throat
if you ain’t talk about the bag my b+tch fake deaf
we gon throw you out the pad like you jazzy jeff
shot a n+gga in his cappa hoodie make him stutter step
i could never foul at the game i plug the ref
you got a team of tiger boys yall are not dogs
p+ssy n+ggas turn a fist fight to a scratch off
my brother keep the scanner locked but he don’t talk to cops
domesticated cat ass n+ggas need a litter box
don’t let the one you love fool you that b+tch been a bop
my name heavy in the streets like a cinder block
if he got a brand new benz then put that b+tch on skates
i put a boot on yo whip cause yo cargo late p+ssy

[chorus]
i know they love it and they hate it when i talk sh+t
slapped the b+tch in sports plus now she car sick
made her fall asleep on the d+ck that’s a bar b+tch
prolly went over your head, that’s a bar b+tch
i don’t play non of these n+ggas they garbage
dope weed smellin like an indian armpit
once they heard the nine they quit the gang, n+ggas forfeit
i been on the road doin tours with the wh0re b+tch
bridge: i been on the road doin’ tours with the wh0re b+tch
with the wh0re b+tch
i been on the road doin’ tours with the wh0re b+tch
with the wh0re b+tch
i been on the road doin’ tours with the wh0re b+tch
[chorus]
i know they love it and they hate it when i talk sh+t
slapped the b+tch in sports plus now she car sick
made her fall asleep on the d+ck that’s a bar b+tch
prolly went over your head, that’s a bar b+tch
i don’t play non of these n+ggas they garbage
dope weed smellin like an indian armpit
once they heard the nine they quit the gang, n+ggas forfeit
i been on the road doin tours with the wh0re b+tch

- nef the pharaoh lyrics

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