Aye
Err
Blrrt
What?
Ughhh
Ahhh
Uh, he ain’t want no pressure
Ugh, no
Keep the pistol on the dresser
Ugh
Give that boy a lecture
Na na na na
Hit him with the TEC
And leave him dead in the dresser
Ugh
Hid his body under the deck
Yeah, where my check?
I see the price on yo head
Got hollow tips loaded
f#ck whatcha said
Got the pistol under my bed
Ya b#tches want the neck
Naw, uh
I ain’t paying for that sh#t
You b#tches f#cking whack
I’mma hit the b#tch
In the back of the Cadillac
Uh
He ain’t want this sh#t
He ain’t want no smoke
He gone f#cking choke
When he see me in a Ghost
Pull up with the pistol
Inside my bag luggage
I’mma hit him
Cause you know
I got the baggish, thuggish
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
b#tch!
YEAH!
Yeah
We coming for your bank accounts
Yeah
b#tch we ain’t spending no money on you
You spend it on me
Oooo
I don’t wanna go to Gucci
To buy you something
b#tch, you better buy me something
Yeah
I don’t wanna fight in Cheese Cake Factory
Can we fight in the ring?
Square up on your b#tch
UFC, put the gloves on
I’ll beat your sh#t
Yeah
Leave you bloody in the ring
And then afterwards
I’ll give you a ring
Do you wanna marry meeeeeeeee?
I don’t give a f#ck
YOU SAID NO!
SHUT THE f#ck UP HOE!
I’LL SLIT YOUR f#ckING THROAT HOE!
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Camel Toe Productions Lyrics – Miscarriage