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shoreline mafia – bitch ass lyrics

intro: fenix x ohgeesy

gang (yeah), gang, (yeah)
gang, gang
h-lla wave sh-t
show you n-gg-s how to rock it up, chop it up

(b.o. x ditty beats)

chorus: fenix

b-tch -ss ! b-tch -ss n-gg- don’t know me (hey)
b-tch -ss ! b-tch -ss n-gg- don’t know me (hey)
b-tch -ss ! b-tch -ss n-gg- don’t know me (hey)
pour two fours, no kobe (d-mn)
b-tch -ss n-gg- don’t know me (hey)

verse 1: ohgeesy

b-tch -ss
b-tch -ss n-gg- don’t know me
sippin’ lean, movin’ slowly
finessed a b-tch, she f-cked my homie
you not a hoe for the whole team
sold that b-tch like a whole drink
don’t need the soda, want the holy
you got a new b-tch, that’s my old thing
i bought a new clique, kept the old beat
subie vincie, yeah they old jeans
ask who daddy, she say ohgees
poppin’ molly, b-tch i’m rollin’
sellin’ oxy, b-tch i’m holdin’
ain’t no snitchin’, ain’t no foldin’
n-gg-‘s b-tches, they don’t know me
n-gg-‘s b-tches, they don’t know me

verse 2: fenix flexin

n-gg-‘s b-tches, they don’t know me
i been sippin’ ‘hardt, been sippin’ slowly
put a ring around it, i need codeine
pray yo n-gg- make it ‘cause i’m holding
talking tough but n-gg-s really posing
i been poppin’ sh-t, no ibuprofen
my trap stay open, no closing
she walk up like d-mn where my clothes is?
you n-gg-s be trippin, no b-tches
i count up these digits, smokin’ without my swishers
i don’t be pretending, these n-gg-s be fake
i need a wraith and a crib out by a lake
my gun by my waist, i’ll cook you up like a steak
my n-gg-s gon’ take yo -ss out like a date
i’m tryna go f-ck yo lil b-tch in the face, n-gg-
i cannot f-ck with these fake n-gg-s

verse 3: ohgeesy
i cannot f-ck with no fake n-gg-
if she f-ck me she got taste, n-gg-
got a fat -ss and no waist, n-gg-
i love the lean, love the taste, n-gg-
she love the team, love to taste n-gg-s
i wanna kobe the case, n-gg-
i went and bought me a bay, n-gg-
yo b-tch a hoe she give face, n-gg-
double g to the face, n-gg-
double g on my waist, n-gg-
double tree on my way, n-gg-
all i do is serve b-ss, n-gg-
spike the sprite, let it taste, n-gg-
beamin’, scope ‘em out, k n-gg-?
from a distance, ima straight hit ya
from a distance, ima straight hit ya
at benihana’s with my whole team
extra rice, need the protein
need the dope, i’m a dope fiend
serving c-ke to the c-ke fiends
i’m cookin’ up, i’m baggin’ up grams
i’m leaning and i’m poppin’ the xan
only rock racks, no stance
b-tch you’ll never ever touch a band
i’m getting the head like a chrome
free all of my n-gg- like drome
can’t wait till my n-gg-s is home
no leg shots, only dome
i just poured a six in the jones
free all of my n-gg- like drome
can’t wait till my n-gg-s is home
no leg shots, only dome

- shoreline mafia lyrics

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