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tboss - pick a side lyrics

[intro]
on big god
you feelin’ me?
(sinista on da traxx, you feel me)

[verse 1]
privacy on ten, a b+tch wish they had the tea on me (had the tea on me)
your n+gga still a man, i know he wanna put the d on me (i know he wanna put the d on me)
i wish i had a clone ’cause if i did, i’d have two ppps
and then put me on me and eat me good, the way i like to eat it (the way i like to eat it)
and that’s on big god
all these hoes be hatin’ but they still lookin’ make my d+ck hard
be cappin’ to their man and them b+tches suck on big troye
i do not understand, b+tch, i don’t get, is this sh+t hard?
b+tch, i ain’t no five+star ho, b+tch, i’m six stars (i’m six stars)
that business mine, ho, go get a buck
he like how my body look a fine ho don’t cover up
but i don’t care how cute i am when i let a n+gga f+ck (when i let a n+gga f+ck)
he better think again before he nut because ain’t no shootin’ up this b+tch club (uh+huh)
and b+tch, i motherf+ckin’ mean that (i mean that)
show me where the blues if you can’t show me where the green at (where the green at)
show me you the truth or give my motherf+ckin’ weed back
b+tch, you ain’t bulletproof, i’ll hit you up behind my pack with your green ass

[pre+chorus]
yeah, all the old n+ggas love me
you better not get too ugly i’ll f+ck on your hubby
he like a young b+tch who ain’t scared to get muddy
tell me keep all of my money, he’ll do anything for me
b+tch, please
[chorus]
pick a side ho and stay there
tip a b+tch, tell her i’m outside on my way there
with the sh+ts runnin’ with that fire, y’all can take care
been f+ckin’ on b+tches before gettin’ on rides at the state fair
please, yeah, all the old n+ggas love me
you better not get too ugly i’ll f+ck on your hubby
he like a young b+tch who ain’t scared to get muddy
tell me keep all of my money, he’ll do anything for me

[verse 2]
my n+gga like to tell me that i’m so beautiful
and he like to get me out and bring me to the store (store)
i might not can’t decide on this hair or these clothes
i’ll go with any flow, but these nails done by co b+tch (co b+tch)
i ain’t down to make new friends, is you slow, b+tch? (slow, b+tch)
they throwin’ rocks and hidin’ their hand, they on broke sh+t (broke sh+t)
it could be salk and look like sand, i ain’t got no picks (ain’t no picks)
you put your trust up in that man, you on dope, b+tch
stupidest mistake of your whole life before you croke, b+tch (croke b+tch)
these b+tches thinkin’ they the g.o.a.t., they just goat p+ss (goat p+ss)
n+gga hollerin’, f+ck the other side, i’m on four sh+t
them pictures fallin’ off your wall, i’m at your door, b+tch
and plus, i got it on me every time i’m in your club (club)
them n+ggas see the d+ck and they still wanna give me hugs (give me hugs)
i ain’t lyin’ that sh+t really fake as f+ck
you play with one of my girls, i’ll put your ass up, b+tch
[chorus]
pick a side ho and stay there
tip a b+tch, tell her i’m outside on my way there
with the sh+ts runnin’ with that fire, y’all can take care
been f+ckin’ on b+tches before gettin’ on rides at the state fair
please, yeah, all the old n+ggas love me
you better not get too ugly i’ll f+ck on your hubby
he like a young b+tch who ain’t scared to get muddy
tell me keep all of my money, he’ll do anything for me

[verse 3]
you can come and try me, b+tch, i ain’t the type to duck it (i ain’t the type to duck it)
real freak up in the streets, real gangsta out in public (real gangsta out in public)
my old n+gga jealous so his old ass love it (so his old ass love it)
i never give him all my time ’cause any day another comin’ (another comin’)
on the block sh+t get ugly (sh+t get ugly) and n+ggas greedy (and n+ggas greedy)
like how after i nut this n+gga still tryna eat it
but i can’t knock him for it, i be still tryna squeeze it
i could build your self+esteem up, the people out here need me
a n+gga better not ask me, huh, i ain’t repeatin’ it (i ain’t repeatin’ it)
ain’t gotta say it twice when i ask his ass to eat it (when i ask his ass to eat it)
i’m a real cold b+tch, i walk around on anemic (on anemic)
and if you ever owe me somethin’, you can keep it (you can keep it)

[chorus]
please, pick a side ho and stay there
tip a b+tch, tell her i’m outside on my way there
with the sh+ts runnin’ with that fire, y’all can take care
been f+ckin’ on b+tches before gettin’ on rides at the state fair
please, yeah, all the old n+ggas love me
you better not get too ugly i’ll f+ck on your hubby
he like a young b+tch who ain’t scared to get muddy
tell me keep all of my money, he’ll do anything for me

- tboss lyrics

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