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tre'mendous - muthafunka lyrics

baby i got too many choices/
i’m not these thirsty n-ggas you run like racehorses/
i ain’t scuffin my air forces/
ran ragged once yo hearts jagged fling ran its course it’s
not my issue/
how the last n-gga dissed you/
the way he ran your credit through the roof and dismissed you
b-tch you wish you
ain’t have your tubes tied so you can trap me/
but watch how you come at me
i’m not yo suga pappy
it’s crazy how these saps be/
g-ssing these jane does/
soupin up these these plain hoes
then high & dry these lame hoes
recipriate th game tho?
b-tch you not sasha fierce/
thot with a tramp stamp belly b-tton got the pierce
yeah u fit the profile/
basic b-tch with no style/
sizing me up like,”n-gga you got 4 child’s?
-where you work at?” b-tch where the clients tpay/
that’s why unless my d-ck twitch don’t give these hoes the time of day/
you baby daddy i’m a halfway house and got nowhere to stay-
when u 1st met that chump u interrogate that n-gga that way?
na,cuz if you did he couldn’t have skid and slid/
hid and left your ratchet -ss to raise the kids
b-tch and my d-ck is big/
so while you ruining the moment do what my snow bunny did
lol’ n gone with that funny sh-t/
i’m royality to boss b-tches i spend no money with-
u know who u f-cking with?

chorus: all day,everyday they tell her she fine yeah/she got a whole flock of boys drunk off her wine,yeah/well she ain’t never met a young playa like me/cause i’m keep all my currency-so gone keep whoever ya currently/cause they be choosing like m-th-funka-

you already know i’m international/
so fo felatio i won’t keep askin you/
when chicks texting as i speak for the flavor/
might be your homegirl,could be your neighbor
but you so self centered and narcisstic/
you don’t realize it’s on my court that you pivot
while you trying to do me dirty,yo girl plotting on you/
informing me of all the low down dirt you do b-tch
and i’m just playing my hand, i ain’t claiming sh-t/
but i’m pretty sure if i was just fishing-i could aim and hit
like you still f-ck yo baby daddy, u and you girl bi
probably eat each other out,get drunk and bash guys
so me ask why,you trying game me?/
if real recognize real you must be lame b…
cause i got b-tches undercover –
sister,mothers all my lovers
they be choosing like a m-th- funka

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