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ten wanted men - gangsta bitch lyrics

[chorus: princess loko]

[verse 1: princess loko]
slowin’ with this style, showin’ knowin’ that you hoes goin’
oh, and i forgot you b+tches hoin’ on that corner blowin’
d+ck, just to get off quick, tear the sack and bullsh+t
quick, ’cause i’m sl!ck, with a b+tch on my hit list
chill, as i’m comin’ trill, feel this real, finna peel
steel in your ass, as i k!ll with a silent bill
lone a sack of hay, as i pay, are you hoes shy?
finna make my way, don’t give a d+mn what you hoes say
play behind my head, you’ll get laid to your death bed
“f+ck the infrared” that’s what i said, i wanna see you dead
p to the r+i+n+c, the e, the s+s
french dress, too impress the n+gga who just fit the best
follow t to be with me, used to call me mac d
loko’s what it is, now and that’s what i’ll forever be
a no good player, heart breaker, and a n+gga taker
money maker, cake a b+tch, say you’re talk that sh+t, i’ll lay you out
got my strap, pockets stealth, when i ease out
how you’re gonna splurge, when you don’t know what this pimpin’ ’bout?
back to the streets, goin’ off like a nice wish
but if you tricks miss, you’re f+ckin’ with a real gangster b+tch
[chorus: princess loko]

[verse 2: princess loko]
princess loko’s on your mind, four+five on my f+ckin’ side
ride, finna slide on this b+tch to do a drive+by
slow, as i gank that ho, f+ck the f+ckin’ 5+0
blow to the store, hit the crib if i have the dough
high, as i’m keepin’ mine, face us, ’cause i have none
society don’t give a f+ck about me, so i pack a gun
quick to pull that f+ckin’ trigger, quicker than the average n+gga
your sh+ts thick, but mine is thicker
b+tches, you can come and l!ck the cat of this f+ckin’ mack, back to back and all that, smoke a fat sack, ’cause ho, you know just where this sh+t is at
never catch me slippin’, feelin’, you will not do all my k!llin’
pimpin’, livin’ with this sh+t, and d+gg+n’ all you sorry b+tches
loko lays low, got no time for none of you hoes
with my n+gga tino, checkin’ out this funky flow
talkin’ trash, be my guest, yes, i put your soul to rest
four+five glock straight to your chest, if it’s me you wanna test
hoes you don’t want none, gun on your f+ckin’ tongue
made you b+tches feel dumb, trickin’, then i steal some
come and get your wig split, trick, you don’t want none of this
and when you get to talkin’ sh+t, i’m still a f+ckin’ gangster b+tch
[chorus: princess loko]

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