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yung bratz - litty 3 titties lyrics

[intro]
(gunshots)
don’t ever disrespect me in my motherf-ckin’ life n-gga
i’m cold (i’m cold n-gga)
i’m sayin’, this sh-t a vibe
(motherf-ckin’ vibe)
hey, woo!

[chorus]
f-ck a bad b-tch
sippin’ on the sizzurp up, ayy
ice on my wrist n-gga looking like a blizzard, ayy
ice on my neck n-gga freezing up the desert, ayy
you’re p-ssed, b-tch you livin’ like a peasant, ayy

[verse 1]
choppin’ the weed, plantin’ the seed
that n-gga know you can read, ayy
i like you bleed, callin’ me [?]
know what you saying, ya dig hey
follow my block, oh
watchin’ me milly rock, oh
runnin’ from the opps, oh
wanna be on my c-ck? oh
b-tch you thot, oh
take you to bangkok, oh
yeah n-gga i won’t stop, oh
catch my milly rock, oh
i’m ’bout as [?]
follow the dash, drivin’ in fast
[?] the crash, take her to cl-ss, she got me no p-ss
she want me to smash, but i gotta p-ss
[?] her size
i’m in paradise
b-tch got spice
in the kitchen f-cked her twice, uh
she was nice, eat her up like a slice, uh
too much ice n-gga
i don’t check the price

[chorus]
f-ck a bad b-tch
sippin’ on the sizzurp up, ayy
ice on my wrist n-gga looking like a blizzard, ayy
ice on my neck n-gga freezing up the desert, ayy
[?] b-tch, you livin’ like a peasant, ayy

[verse 2]
keep her 40, change my story
feel like rick & morty (woo!)
she was naughty and she sporty
and she say you corny
said youre sorry
she dont want you cause she think youre boring
b-tch was h-rny, name was tori and she be a shawty

i got the kush in the bag
i got the louis v bag
b-tch in my motherf-ckin’ lap
she keep on calling me dad
i might just f-ck her and dash
i just be couting the cash
all my money do a stack
? robbing the banks

b-tch i be taffing
all this money be stacking
too many diamonds they dancing
?, so n-gga im’a go have it
throwing these hands might catch it
hitting the b-tch then i p-ss it
smoking the cabbage
all these hoes be average
tay-k be doing the damage
21 b-tches, i must be a savage
robbing the bus at a red light
diamonds be giving me head right
diamonds they shine like a headlight

b-tch you a thot
n-gga run up, you get shot
ak, i spray on the lot
n-ggas they dance on the spot
king of the city, i’m taking the block
so i’m not choosey
pull up to the crib, get hit with the uzi (uzi)
b-tch i’m not goofy
but i take off her clothes, i’m making a movie

[?]

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