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trill ass individual - bitch you know what it is lyrics

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[intro]

yah n-gga
whatcha doing you crack -ss honky mother f-cker

you know we gonna remix this song
haven’t even released it but we’re gonna do the remix first

freudinator coming in from fryeburg maine
shouts out to my home crew

praise malik, gotta get through these tough times

[hook]

40 grand watch on my wrist
b-tch you know what it is
young gang boy i’m so rich
b-tch you know what it is
chardonnay and a bad b-tch
b-tch you know what it is
cookin’ haters make a f-cking dish
aww man, b-tch you f-cking know what it is

[verse 1]

aww so much iq no schooling me
beat the p-ssy up call it animal cruelty
when i walk into the club i’m never drunk
i get all the girls because i’m posted in the front
i got a phd in math and i can’t even count my b-tches
withdrew all my money fill my grata with riches

snitches get st-tches joe freund likes to fight
ate so much p-ssy i spoiled my appet-te
give a hater scurvy
three cell phones so i know the b-tches heard me
b-tches like to get freaky like the x-files
bought a mansion because i invented [?]

heal malik mobley every girl know me
no hotties you can show me that haven’t tried to blow me
my rhymes are [?] where you n-ggas are
cause my d-ck so big gave your mom a lobotomy

growing up in canada my life ain’t easy
cold nights, no food, i had to eat the coochie

[hook 2]

i ate the girls p-ssy with my d-ck
b-tch you know what it is
donate to charity cause i’m so rich
b-tch you know what it is
you’re burnt out like a f-cking wick
b-tch you know what it is
parents home now i gotta split
b-tchhhhh you know what it is

[verse 2]

f-ck rick ross cook his -ss on a spit
and f-ck 2chains i shoved two d-ld-s up his d-ck
i got a million b-tches, i got a billion b-tches
i got so many b-tches, it literally doesn’t make sense
i got a trillion b-tches, i got a trillion b-tches
f-ck, i got so many b-tches

canadian ethnicity make the b-tches kinky
cheese curds and gravy, call it poutine p-ssy
and when i’m full she know it gonna get real
i club that p-ssy, like it’s a baby seal

no education, i want a blonde bimbo
so i can bend her back, like we playing limbo
and you’re a dead man walking who’s about to be more dead
no bald p-ssies for me cause they look like aj’s forehead

two b-tches in my bed and another two on the way
freed the rap game cause my middle name dante
you can put me in court and you can try to sue me
don’t know who it is but going in like james worthy

[hook 3]

i don’t know what to say here this is it
b-tch you know what it is
waste of time working on the shift
b-tch you know what it is?
[?]
b-tch you know what it is
shouts out to john burk f-ck a b-tch
b-tch, i think you know what it is

[coda]

do you know what it is?
well, i’m done
i could write another verse right here
i don’t really want to so i’m just gonna let the beat play out
until right about now

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