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p.ditti - weight on my back lyrics

i don’t wanna hear i ain’t ready not yet
one more excuse i’ll st-tch your f-cking mouth shut bet
pull your tongue out ya neck through my tongue tie slit
‘cuz every time i hear you talk it’s like a tongue tie (sh-t)
guess who told me not to talk like this
the same stupid mother f-cker not articulating sh-t
imma make this simple for you dumb-ss kids
turn the tv off and start reading something (b-tch)
i’m probably not the first to explain this sh-t
but i’ll speak my mind while you sit down listen
i ain’t like these b-tches i’m a little bit different
like them weird -ss vegans who eat fish still get it?
little white girl? trippy
what’s her name? p.ditti
where she from? out in the east bay giggin’
never had no mother f-cking clique where i fit in
‘cuz everybody fake broke lame or they tripping

got this weight on my back it’s for the team dog (my team)
f-ck a xanny popping all kinds of beans dog (the thizz)
and my diamonds they be shining in the dark dog (they gleam)
take the heat if i’m riding with the fam on god (on god)

couldn’t be clearer
you feel what i’m feeling the way i deliver
you feel what i’m feeling ‘cuz i got no filter
like your sh-t’s a bit smaller and mine’s a bit bigger
like how do you figure?
we ain’t no equals
lemme explain to you why for a minute
it’s like i’m the mom
y’all are the children
pour a two in a sippy cup for all of you b-tches
i think a bit different
all about digits
cut off all the fakes and the lames and the snitches
the ones who be acting brand new like you catching them switching you catching them slipping
where i’m from we would call that a b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck what your name what your bankroll is
act up two times and you finna get hit
imma make all of you p-ss-es admit
that b-tch she white but she can spit

- p ditti lyrics

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