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yo gotti - toss that bitch lyrics

feat. boss lady
you went and bought that b-tch
flossed that b-tch
but you lost that b-tch
cuz we tossed that b-tch
bought that b-tch
flossed that b-tch
but you lost that b-tch
cuz we tossed that b-tch, what

hook: toss that hoe
toss that b-tch
repeat 3x

i can’t believe all y’all n-gg-s out here buyin these hoes
need to imitate gotti start lyin to these hoes
tossin these hoes
never ever flossin these hoes
you know how it go
two thangs i ain’t seen befo’ (before)
a ufo and a hoe that will not go
cuz after the show
i’m tossin up 3 b-tches or mo’ (more)
you know how i roll
wit the whole firm in this b-tch
the emb-ssy suites
we takin turns tossin a b-tch
who i be? yo gotti
ain’t scared of n-body
clique tight wit my people
totin’ a desert eagle
you roll through in a regal
lookin like ‘leave it to beaver’
talkin about some mo sh-t about yo senorita
you know i’m f-ckin n-gg-‘s hoes whenever i can
ain’t gon hide it
gon provide it
bring this sh-t to the fan
you see what i’m sayin’?
they say that i’m a dog and all
i’m up to no good
they say i’m f-ckin all the broads but really i’m not
i just got my name too hot
tossed too many hoes wit n-gg-s that talk a lot

hook

i don’t support these b-tches
i go to court on b-tches
get a resrtainin’ order so they can keep they distance
can’t adapt to thes b-tches
try not to slap these b-tches
don’t wanna hit these b-tches
i just want cap from these b-tches
i ain’t got time for b-tches
mind ain’t made for b-tches
askin god to keep gotti away from these b-tches
these hoes stare too much
these hoes care too much
these hoes get in the mirror and comb they hair too much
these hoes thin they slick
these hoes’ll f-ck yo friend
break bad, make up, then do it again
these hoes ain’t got no feelin’s
hoes prayin’ for chillin’s (children)
by a young balla n-gg- that they think got millions

these hoes eat too much
these hoes sleep too much
these hoes complain too much
these hoes change too much
i got this b-tch at my crib
all the b-tch do is b-tch
this hoe is outta her mind
she ain’t got sh-t on sh-t
first it was cool to kick it
now the hoe gettin evicted
‘get the f-ck out my house, and take this burnt -ss chicken!’
i said ain’t sh-t main
bout a b-tch but her name
i can promise you that i hate my hoes the same, what

(boss lady)
you love that n-gg-
i love his cash
i dun hit the boy stash
he ain’t even get no -ss
you love that n-gg-
i love his cash
i dun hit the boy stash
he ain’t even get no -ss, what

break that trick
charge that b-tch
repeat 3x

i’m a priceless b-tch
i’m rockin ice and sh-t
breakin bad on n-gg-s before it’s time to hit
get they cheese then i vamp
leave these n-gg-s stressed out
and can’t wait til they run up on me wit they chest stuck out
‘you wanna fight or sumthin’? that’s what i want you to do
so i can call up gotti ‘nem to blast yo’ crew’
you think you tossin these hoes dawg, but really you not
you n-gg-s payin what you weighin’ peelin off the knot
you got a thug b-tch f-cked off deep in the game
gimme ten g’s if you wanna toss me, mane
don’t try to get no playa points off usin my name
when you ain’t tell em how you used the whipped cream on me, mane
now this b-tch constantly talkin’ bout her n-gg- the sh-t
now i dun asked this hoe a question:
what you want for a brick?
now what you know abouy transportin’ bricks for thugs?
‘sh-t.’
i thought not cuz you f-ck wit scrubs
you wit that faithful sh-t
that relationship
i’m tryin’ to break a trick
vacate wit all his chips
if he got a woman then disregard that sh-t
cuz yo’ main obstacle is to charge that trick

(boss lady) break that trick
(yo gotti) toss that b-tch
repeat 3x
hook until end

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