[Intro]
Yuh
Niggas always taking shit, you know what I tell a nigga?
I might fuck your bitch, ya feel me? (Let's keep going 'cuz [?] beat)
Ay
[Chorus]
I might fuck your bitch (Lil bitch-lil bitch-lil bitch like)
I might fuck your bitch (What ay, what ay)
I might fuck your bitch (Lil bit-, lil bit-)
I might fuck your bitch (Yuh, huh, yuh, huh)
I might fuck your bitch (Scoop, scoop)
I might fuck your bitc- (Lil bitch-lil bitch-lil bitch)
I might fuck your bitch (Skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt)
I might fuck your bitch, lil nigga
[Verse]
I might fuck your bitch
She might suck my dick
I've been hard day
Never sober 'gain
Young nigga lip
Bitches on my dick
Hundreds make her strip
Funny, you ain't shit
[?] Yeah I came from bottom
You could spot him, like he in leopard
Fuck friends and family, 'cuz left all left me
So much pain in my heart, why nigga's petty?
Prolly 'cuz they know my folks deadly
Remember growing up, Ed, Edd, n Eddy
I'ma change the world, momma if you let me
Did my thing and now I'm counting letters
I would rather write instead television
You can't be trusted 'cuz you telling niggas
Rollin' round got some felons with me
This that real shit, I know it's been a minute
Yuh
Niggas always taking shit, you know what I tell a nigga?
I might fuck your bitch, ya feel me? (Let's keep going 'cuz [?] beat)
Ay
[Chorus]
I might fuck your bitch (Lil bitch-lil bitch-lil bitch like)
I might fuck your bitch (What ay, what ay)
I might fuck your bitch (Lil bit-, lil bit-)
I might fuck your bitch (Yuh, huh, yuh, huh)
I might fuck your bitch (Scoop, scoop)
I might fuck your bitc- (Lil bitch-lil bitch-lil bitch)
I might fuck your bitch (Skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt)
I might fuck your bitch, lil nigga
[Verse]
I might fuck your bitch
She might suck my dick
I've been hard day
Never sober 'gain
Young nigga lip
Bitches on my dick
Hundreds make her strip
Funny, you ain't shit
[?] Yeah I came from bottom
You could spot him, like he in leopard
Fuck friends and family, 'cuz left all left me
So much pain in my heart, why nigga's petty?
Prolly 'cuz they know my folks deadly
Remember growing up, Ed, Edd, n Eddy
I'ma change the world, momma if you let me
Did my thing and now I'm counting letters
I would rather write instead television
You can't be trusted 'cuz you telling niggas
Rollin' round got some felons with me
This that real shit, I know it's been a minute
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