[Chorus]
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After I fuck your bitch
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Then I'mma tell you bout it
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If you a trick ass nigga
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You'll be fuck up about it
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I hope you don't start
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No fuckin' beef about it
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Or I'll take her name and yo name
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And make a rap about it
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[Verse 1]
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Now all y'all niggas know pimpin' ain't dead
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And these hoes followin' us like simon said
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I only trust me myself and I, you ask me why
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Cause the first time I seen a man cry
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Was because a bitch
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She broke his heart
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She left him for dead
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Though my h boom coon
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Gast up the bitch head
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Every nigga don't love you
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He just tryin' to rich
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And here the bitch fail for the shit(so hear this)
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These niggas got a couple birds
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You know how that go
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We snatch a rumor that we heard
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We finna vamp out
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We rush in and ran in the door
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In the [?]
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The bitch start screamin'
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I padded her on the ass
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Job well done
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We got what we wanted, it's to roll
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I'm sittin' on a brick and half, nothin' but old
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These niggas lookin stupid it's hard to swallow
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Imagine a bitch taking every dollar you done earn
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[Chorus]
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After I fuck your bitch
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Then Imma tell you bout it
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If you a trick ass nigga
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You'll be fuck up about it
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I hope you don't start
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No fuckin' beef about it
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Or I take her name and yo name
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And make a rap about it
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[Verse 2]
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Now you the hardest nigga in the hood
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You talkin shit
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But you weak than a motherfucker
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We it comes to that bitch
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You better watch before I knock her
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And get cha hot
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You suppose to be my nigga
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But you huggin' your glock
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You wanna kill me, you wanna steal me
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Over a bitch, you wanna hurt me
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You wanna curse me, put me on disc
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You dislike, you fight me, you wanna strike me
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Wanna catch me, and wear me like an old pair of nikes
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It ain't over, I saw your hoe, ridin' in your rover
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I was sober, I pulled her over, now I done stole her
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My nigga better watch your bitch, cause she been creepin'
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My nigga me and your bitch, we been like sleepin'
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She been talkin' about your stash and I been hurtin'
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I gotta tech-nine in the mat I'm about to serve ya
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Run up on ya, and pull it on ya, and put it through ya
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Just to let you know what your hoe will do to ya
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[Chorus]
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After I fuck your bitch
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Then Imma tell you bout it
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If you a trick ass nigga
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You'll be fuck up about it
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I hope you don't start
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No fuckin' beef about it
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Or I'll take her name and yo name
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And make a rap about it
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[Verse 3]
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You better watch your bitch, like you watch your mail
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If you ain't train that bitch then you goin' to jail
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Or gone be dead gone [?] but runs they mouth
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Love to fantasize about they man cars and house
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You can give the bitch the world
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She still gone gice up that car
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But you a nobody nigga that sellin' rocks on the block
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You better watch your bitch cause I'm shinin' like diamonds
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You bring her around me it's gone be a matter of time
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For I fuck your bitch and let you know about it
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If you a trick ass nigga you'll be fuck up about it
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I hope you don't throw no fuckin' fit about it
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That's life and you really can't do shit about it
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You wanna hi-side dick ride cause you think I'm on
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You comin to me wrong tryin' to popcorn, bitch gone
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For I catch a fuckin aggrivated, see you then violated
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You told them folk that I was drug related
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I gotta grudge with the judge she [?]
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Domestic violence three years without parole
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Watch your bitch, and stop your bitch, before your bitch
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Get your ass in a world of shit
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[Chorus]
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After I fuck your bitch
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Then Imma tell you bout it
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If you a trick ass nigga
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You'll be fuck up about it
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I hope you don't start
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No fuckin' beef about it
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Or I'll tale her name your name
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And make a rap about it
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[x4]
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After I Fuck Your Bitch
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| Yo Gotti |
