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ripsi winelover - tina montana (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: ripsi winelover]
uh these hoes be dumb enough
thinkin they can be me
these hoes dont even know
what life about
the lil hoes can’t even get d+ck
or a man to text them back
i f+ck on the couch
and f+ck your mans face
you think hes your man
he been f+ckin me since
1998
b+tch im the baddest b+tch
i pop bottles and pills in the club
while you hoes sit
in the corner being quiet as a
mothaf+ckin church mouse hoe
and standing not moving like a d+mn statue

[verse 2: megan thee stallion]
ain’t none of these hoes got sh+t on me
none of these hoes flow sick like me (no)
heard how i rap, wanna spit like me
now all of these hoes wanna pimp like me (ah)
none of these hoes, none of these hoes
none of these hoes, not not nan one of these hoes
even come close ’cause they gross, like i brought it from my chest
from the back of my throat, huh
sayin’ that you ’bout it when you ain’t, huh
put you in a field you a faint, ah
grab your pie ass b+tch, easy+bake, ah
i bet you raw d+gg+n’ with a lame, huh
f+ck what you heard what you know (b+tch)
i’ve never been scared of a hoe
i’m lookin’ for you b+tch lay low
oh, hoes wanna go toe to toe?
b+tch puh+pretty please
i want you to come say something to me
i really been itchin’ to go the f+ck off
i put this giuseppe heel in yo’ mouth
b+tch, b+tch, it’s tina montana
sn+tch off your wig like you hannah montana
b+tch i will put you to sleep no pajamas
i will flip out in this b+tch like a sandal
hey, yuh, walk like this
talk like this, look like this, you could never (a+ah)
bad red bone from the south ridin’ round hitting l!cks with a yellow
b+tch so bad, when i walk past n+ggas sing my name acapella
h+town hottie turnin’ n+ggas into zombies make ’em dance like thriller
[interloude]
yeah, look, b+tch
i know a s+xy motherf+cker like myself might offend some
b+tch, i’m the sh+t and then some
this ain’t no motherf+ckin’ race ’cause i been won
and if you don’t like it, tune the f+ck out
and you must like it ’cause you tuned the f+ck in

[verse 3: megan thee stallion]
i got your boyfriend forehead on my tummy
turn your b+tch into a thot like she duckie
if i let him eat it he lucky
don’t want yo n+gga, but he wanna f+ck me
i’ma wake up and get me some money
he gon’ wake up and give me sucky sucky
these b+tches scary, they chicken kentucky
b+tch, i’m from texas you know we be buckin’
words like a blade every beat i be cuttin’
drawin’ an m on these lips, he mclovin’
b+tch, i’m a ten like i landed and stuck it
if you don’t like me, lil’ b+tch, you could suck it
all of my haters is crabs in a bucket
nose in the air ’cause they f+ckin’ disgust me
none of these b+tches is f+ckin’ with megan
b+tch, i’m the hottest the f+ck is you sayin’
i had to hop off the porch and go get it
i went to pick up the torch and then lit it
they try to tell me i can’t, but i did it
when i pull up b+tches look like they sh+tted
i had to start from the motherf+ckin’ bottom
my momma told me to get ’em, i got em
my granny told me you goin’ to school
getting that degree and making it cool
i have not worked nine to five in a while
i just be hustlin’, watching it pile
they pullin’ b+tches from link in a bio
you wanna reach out to me, it’s a process
i got a middle man, he gotta connect
bottom line is i’m not easy to contact
b+tch i’m exclusive, like, where did you find that?
pick me a beat and you know i’ma k!ll that, ah

- ripsi winelover lyrics

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