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Why you mad pussy hoe why you mad
Don't get in your feelings broke bitch get in your bag
Get up out my business for I get up in your ass
I don't want ya man dumb bitch I want your dad
I don't want to talk pussy hoe we ain't friends
You the type of fake bitch sit round & pretend
The type to fuck a nigga cuz he riding in a Benz
Lame ass hoe that be following the trends
A weak ass hoe that be making fake pages
Insecure bitch that be beefing for ages
I don't pay attention bitch you ain't famous
Ain't got a soapbox bitch to entertain ya
Why you mad pussy hoe why you mad
Don't get in your feelings broke bitch get in your bag
Get up out my business for I get up in your ass
I don't want ya man dumb bitch I want your dad
Why you mad pussy hoe why you mad
Don't get in your feelings broke bitch get in your bag
Get up out my business for I get up in your ass
I don't want ya man dumb bitch I want your dad
Fuck out my face you a hater
You the help pussy hoe you a waiter
Shallow side drip I'm a gater
All on my dick bitch like I paid ya
Run up a check & never studying you hoes
Rolling ya neck I'm slapping one of you hoes
I don't like games so I never play with you hoes
You the opps ain't got nothing to say to you hoes
You hoes full of the flaw
I don't fuck with the fake
Keep my grass cut low
I don't fuck with the snakes
Keep heat for a nigga
Never speak to a nigga
I ain't never been a duck
Keep it street with a nigga
Hoes worried bout dick while I'm worried dough
I'm in the fast lane pussy hoe you too slow
& you niggas all cap
I see that shit
I don't blame you for trying tho I been that bitch
Why you mad pussy hoe why you mad
Don't get in your feelings broke bitch get in your bag
Get up out my business for I get up in your ass
I don't want ya man dumb bitch I want your dad