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predayed - blamee - extended lyrics

that b+tch, she got a rack, she got an ugly face
you not like that, stay in yo lane
you say you cool, i think you lame
you wanna talk ’bout numbers, but he only in it for the fame
i made a b+tch go k!ll herself, but she was fat so whos to blame

i can’t be caught around yo ghetto ass, cuz you act like a b+tch
like you so focused on the drugs, and you can’t even raise yo kid
they throwin’ allegations on my ass, but ain’t nothing gon’ stick
she like a 5, but yet she rich
wan’ be a 10, just hold my bl!ck

and its e66 and #tweakmoney, you know im out here rappin’
i’m comin’ straight outta st. louis, im runnin’ with a weapon
you talkin’ all over the net, but when we see you, we gon’ check in
i thought that b+tch was f+ckin’ bad, but then i found out her name megan

she coulda been f+ckin’ with me, but she messed up, lost her f+ckin’ chance
she showin’ money on the gram, i told that b+tch go band for band
she geekin’ out over my d+ck, she had to stroke it with two hands
she startin’ hypin’ up her b00bs, but then i found out they implants
i gotta give it to these hoes, cuz they know how to throw it back
how you gon’ talk ’bout suckin’ d+ck but yo head game is f+ckin’ trash
to have your lips around my d+ck, h+ll nah ill f+ckin pass
she started bumpin’ s+xyy red, i’ve never dipped so f+ckin’ fast

i’m at my homies weddin’, but i just be f+ckin’ with his bride
im not attractive, but im pulling b+tches left and right
and i got b+tches beggin for d+ck, dont even gotta try
and im a hoe, but if he flirtin’ with my b+tch then he gon’ die

and i like girls, but i can’t f+ck with her, because she f+ckin’ black
i had to break up with that b+tch, because her p+ssy game was wack
she wanna f+ck with me, i told that b+tch come on and throw it back
i can’t be friends with him, cuz he be out here dressin’ like a f+g
i f+cked that b+tch in doggy style, that sh+t had me f+ckin’ sweatin’
i’m like a kid, i step up in the whip, see b+ttons, get to pressin’
he started talk on my clique, so we gon’ teach his ass a lesson
i can’t be f+ckin’ with no megan, get on yo knees and get to beggin’

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