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nikisha moronica - you don’t want it (futf freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
no no no, you see…
it’s just that+ a lot of b+tches have been testing me all f+cking day you know… and i’m just out here like+ oh my god
these b+tches really think they want it with me today

[verse 1]
(unh) who want it? you don’t want it
dirty ass b+tches that do not want it
you might think you do, but trust, you don’t (nope)
cause i’m the kinda b+tch that’ll get you stoned (yep)
and not by weed, i’m talking bricks (oh?)
these words hit hard, f+ck stones & sticks
cyanide in your drink then i’m like “here b+tch”
ain’t f+cking with a hick on their hicktown sh+t (ew!)
like, y’all ghetto, ya t++th so yellow
the booty so stiff zero jiggle no jello

but
nice try, i see through you
imma put a b+tch in the icu
nic b+tch wanted smoke, that’s why she coughin
now her lips sealed like her daddy’s coffin oop+
oh my god, who said that?!?!
not sorry, no takebacks

your talent, where’s that at? (where?)

extra loud, with exclamation
sit the f+ck down, back to your station

[interlude]
real
i’m so sorry but half of you b+tches are wack as f+ck (true)
like what do you b+tches think you’re doing?
like, y’all not gagging the girls
and+ (y’all not) y’all not+ y’all not serving kunt, it’s like+
+laughing+ !
mhmm mhmm
okay okay okay

[verse 2]
b+tches better quit that chat (b+tch)
pull out the taser then i zip zap back (hoe)
i might f+ck your daddy with the split splat slap (unh)
and if he dead, tell ya momma get that strap (unh, unh, unh!)
i mean, tell ya momma she raised a b+tch
you should get a colonic, you’re full of sh+t
got a b+tch so nerv she’s sh+tting bricks
like “sir we need a clean up on aisle six” hold up

saw you out here whoring, while i’m worldwide touring
american airlines, in the sky i’m soaring
there’s a man in your bed, he’ll be out by morning
ain’t no side eye, i’m full on scorning
just letting you know: this is your last warning
i slayed this b+tch, now her family mourning (go!)
[refrain]
r.i.p
to the b+tch that wanted beef
i’m not sorry
you can suck this fat coochie

[verse 3]
heard a b+tch wanted war, so call me putin
dirty ass f+gs reeks of pollution
they hate me cause their dads abuse them
while i’m shooting up lines with susan
he said he’s bad, guess he meant in bed
“just got a mill” hope you mean a tread
cause b+tch, i mean look at your back

heard a real fat hoe say he’s the doll
you’re a blow+up at best, with shriveled b+lls
“it’s jada” no b+tch, that’s jamal
i don’t mean to spread hate, just facts, that’s all
a face like yours makes men impotent
line these hoes up like i find a quotient
yes i’m an icon, i’m the moment
and i’ll never take sh+t from a f+cking rodent

[chorus]
who want it? you don’t want it
dirty ass b+tches that do not wa+want
who want it? you don’t want
dirty ass b+tches that do not wa+want who want it? you don’t want it
dirty ass b+tches that do not wa+want
who want it? you don’t want
dirty ass b+tches that do not wa+wa+want it
[outro]
no cause these b+tches don’t have their f+cking priorities straight these days
like, why are you trying to run up on me, when you should be running on a treadmill b+tch…
and b+tch don’t f+cking touch me!
look at you b+tch, you look diseased hunni
i don’t wanna catch an extra chromosome from you boo boo
keep that sh+t to your f+cking self

don’t try me again b+tch

- nikisha moronica lyrics

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