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q presents: - gotcha! lyrics

[intro]
“nah, nah, nah, wait, stop, stop, stop…n-gga, they ain’t ready.”
“yeah, you right…”
“they want that hard sh-t. they want some beef…they carnivorous.”
“i feel you, i feel you.”
“they asked for it, now show em’ what you got.”
“i don’t know, man-”
“do it!”
“god d-mn, it okay fine-”

[chorus]
you’s a p-ssy -ss b-tch just tryin’ to get rich
got no love for the music, just tryna cop a fifth
pour it on some b-tches t-tties thinkin’ that you the sh-t
you a dollar tree discount carbon copy of the kids
of the old school, new school
full of fools, ice on the wrist
watch em’ drool
watch em’ skinny dip in the gene pool
kidney flips, b-tches downin’ gin and juice
sippin’ henny hooked

[verse 1]
n-gga, what’s the news?
what’s the move?
don’t k!ll my vibe, k!ll my mood
k!ll my fam, k!ll me too
this ain’t rosecrans but i watch my moves
there’s h-rnet nests in the cut, vipers too
with venom who’d
love ta watch you die, watch you move
in asphyxiation, chokin’ on yo’ drool
to be true you ain’t cool
you ain’t rule
any kingdom, loosey goose
p-ssy juice my favorite drink
use my favorite noose, you gon’ lose
yo’ life tonight, shakin’ in yo’ boots
insistent, i reside in booths
levels never stooped
cir de le her -ss in hoops
she a money mooch, but she h-rny too
she’s sitting on me, a mechanical bull
straddlin’ the stiffy, i lift her then loop
her booty on my body
shouldn’t have took
the cake, i know it’s fake
but it’s bouncy, droops
down across my face
and if i don’t move
then i know for certain that i will lose
my better judgment, repugnant (you who!)
be actin’ sour, drunk off the hooch
coochie chaser, this ain’t a ruse
if ya’ bring ya hoochie
she gonna chose to
pack and move, me over you
i always win, you always lose
you not kendrick, more ja rule
gold on my chain the first rule
treat others how they’d treat you
you’re no stallion, more like a mule

[hook]
you’s a p-ssy -ss b-tch, you’s a, you’s a, you’s a, you’a
you’s a p-ssy -ss snitch, you’s a, you’s a
you’s a, you’s a
p-ssy -ss b-tch, you’s a p-ssy -ss snitch
you’s a p-ssy -ss n-gga just tryin’ to get rich

[verse 2]
sir, please arrest me cuz i murdered this
this the risin’ action towards the precipice
but when i climax it won’t be the d-ck
exploding instead will be my list
of triple a businesses on forbes, sh-t
i might cop a n0bel for the f-ck of it
might catch a grammy for a lazy hit
that i wrote on the toilet taking a sh-t
i know you think that you’re on my level
but i’m near the end and you’re in the middle
you’re traveling, you forgot to dribble
[whistle]
(“god d-mn it, that’s it. penalty!)
wait, hol’ up, stop
n-gga, go pick up mop
you done made a mess wit’ all dat you done dropped
pop goes the weasel, pop pop pop goes the glock
if you want beef n-gga we got that in stock
i hate the gra ta ta
i hate the bra brah brah
where’s all the thoughtful music?
oh yeah, i forgot
you need to sell your body, sell your heart
sell your records, sell your art
just light skin n-gga tryna escape stark

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