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tommie - cheat on me lyrics

[intro]
tay keith produced it

[chorus: blac youngsta & tommie]
ho, cheat on me, ho i’ll k!ll you (gang gang)
cheat on me, n-gga i’ll k!ll you (gang)
lay your money down, i’ma steal it (ho)
i ain’t f-ckin’ ’round, i’m serious (ho)
you know i don’t really like your daddy (no)
you know i don’t f-ck with your mama (no)
i don’t even know why i f-ck with you (no)
ho you come with too much drama (ho)
cheat on me, ho i’ll k!ll you (gang gang)
cheat on me, ho i’ll k!ll you (gang gang)
lay your money down, i’ma steal it (ho)
lay your money down, i’ma steal it (ho)
you know i don’t really like your daddy (no)
you know i don’t f-ck with your mama (no)
i don’t even know why i f-ck with you (ho)
ho you come with too much drama (ho)

[verse 1: blac youngsta & tommie]
last n-gga played, i shot him in front of the teacher (gang gang, gang)
last b-tch i f-cked, i f-cked that b-tch under the bleachers (ho)
last shootout i was in, i was front row squeezin’ (bah-bah-bah bah-baow)
last n-gga disrespect me, i don’t think the n-gga breathing (hah)
and my thick atl b-tch, she got some -ss to throw
she might just pull up on you
i think you should call her if you got some cash to blow
she a lil’ fancy ho, yeah yeah, she a lil’ nasty ho (ah-hah)
when i pull up on my plug with her, she be like p-ss the dough, n-gga
yeah my b-tch wear weave but she s-xy with it, fine
you know that ain’t your money, why you flexing with it? (it’s mine)
n-gga you can’t pick up your phone but you texting with it (so?)
shut up ho, when i come home you ain’t naked with it ho

[chorus: blac youngsta & tommie]
cheat on me, ho i’ll k!ll you (gang gang)
cheat on me, n-gga i’ll k!ll you (gang)
lay your money down, i’ma steal it (ho)
i ain’t f-ckin’ ’round, i’m serious (ho)
you know i don’t really like your daddy (no)
you know i don’t f-ck with your mama (no)
i don’t even know why i f-ck with you (no)
ho you come with too much drama (ho)
cheat on me, ho i’ll k!ll you (gang gang)
cheat on me, ho i’ll k!ll you (gang gang)
lay your money down, i’ma steal it (ho)
lay your money down, i’ma steal it (ho)
you know i don’t really like your daddy (no)
you know i don’t f-ck with your mama (no)
i don’t even know why i f-ck with you (ho)
ho you come with too much drama (b-tch)

[verse 2: tommie]
i ain’t your custody ho
what the f-ck you keep on cuffin’ me for? (b-tch)
thinking i’m cheating and telling you lies
but you the one s-s-s-stuttering though (hahaha)
lil bitty b-tch, you need a tutor
claim you a gangster but you ain’t no shooter
talking ’bout how you gon’ beat up that p-ssy
boy you know you coming quicker than a uber
you fabricated, b-tch we never dated
i went in your pockets right after you ate it
you slept like a baby, i left, yeah i skated
get out of your feelings, that sh-t is contagious
b-tch i live in a castle (ho)
got maids and a gardener (what?)
feed that n-gga white castle
then send his -ss right back on the marta (bye)
you f-cking up worse than your barber b-tch
all on my line like a stalker n-gga
yeah you got sauce but it’s tarter (b-tch)
come back when your d-ck and money get larger n-gga (ho)
i rock designer kicks (what?), i got a b-tch in the 6 (who?)
i got homies in the feds (d-mn), they got shackles on they wrist (ho)

- tommie lyrics

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