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Don't Sang It
作詞:Daniels Chastity Darnestine, Writer Unknown
Mayne look here, I'm tired of all these microphone killin' Ass hoes, you know what I'm talkin' bout' Da type of hoes that's gon' run They mouth behind the muthafuckin' mic
But ain't gon' kill shit and ain't gon' let shit die These studio gang style hoes Talkin' all that muthafuckin' shit Bitch, bring that shit on to tha doe' Come on hoe, come on, let's go
Don't, sang it hoe You gotta bring it hoe Now don't be sangin' hoe You gotta bring it hoe 'Cuz', I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate
You think you know me bitch But you don't know me hoe You wanna start some shit Den bring it to da doe' 'Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate
Da stout bitch, but I'm packin' da fat ass beer belly Niggas wanna get in my shit, but they ain't ready If it's somethin' you wanna get, den go get it If I'm not strapped, den I'm packin' da mesheti
I don't give a fuck cut chu' bitches up like Spaghetti Shootin' off 70 rounds, so don't test me I'm out just doin' my thang, you gon' let me I'ma keep, keepin' it real, so don't sweat it
Fight a bitch over a nigga I ain't petty Put 'em in da trunk wit' da bump of da Chevy Holla at my brother big steady das so heavy He be droppin' pounds of dat shit wit' no waitin'
See yo' gurl, den pushed it and she ridin' da big boi expy Hooked up wit' da hypnotized camp, so don't hate me Shall not play no games when it come to dat ghetty I don't love none of you bitches, you ain't steady
Don't sang it hoe You gotta bring it hoe Now don't be sangin' hoe You gotta bring it hoe 'Cuz', I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate
You think you know me bitch But you don't know me hoe You wanna start some shit Den bring it to da doe' 'Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate
I got a fake smile, fake style for you bitches think you wild Let me see you do some thangs, while you over talkin' loud Yeah, I hear you talkin' bitch, but to me dat talk ain't shit Who gon' do da talkin' at yo' funeral when you in da ditch? もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
See, I be roastin' hoes, but I will [Incomprehensible]fa sho Hate to see yo' bitch to draw a crowd, I ain't gon' do nothin' doe' For dat shit I got some manners to take it to da highest level We can fight or we can shoot dem thangs mayne it's wudeva
I be lookin' innocent waitin' for a incident Soon some shit go down you better know la chat gon' be in it I'm gon' gather up my crew, den we comin' after you If my crew don't come, dat mean I'm comin' wit' grenades fool
Ain't no need in watchin' me you betta watch yo' back hoe Tell yo' mammy to lock da doe' and keep da fuckin' curtains closed Push rewind and listen good again before you get done in Know'z you a hata in disguise tryin' to be my friend
Don't sang it hoe You gotta bring it hoe Now don't be sangin' hoe You gotta bring it hoe 'Cuz', I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate
You think you know me bitch But you don't know me hoe You wanna start some shit Den bring it to da doe' 'Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate
I'm talkin' shit, 'cuz it's you hoes dat always be hatin' You think you know me, guess again, 'cuz you got me mistakin' I keep my crew mayne, it's some cheese dat I gotta be makin' Can't go to jail, den it's my freedom dem bastards be takin'
You think you slick with it, you bitches I'm seein' you fakin' And for you niggas, I don't love you, your pockets I'm breakin' You wanna war, I got a friend dat I'm bringin' and datin' A 9 Rhuga with tha handle wrapped up in da tapin'
So tell me, why you bitches always be tryin' to diss? If you ain't heard dat I'm a bitch dat be handelin' fist I hope you think before you think about fuckin' wit' dis I know you wanna go and snuggle up wit' cha dick
No disrepect da way I tell it that's always gon' be I got my book dat tell yo' address and where you gon' sleep Go to yo' house, I'm one of the bitches that be climbin' da beat I'm tired of bitches startin' shit, hopin' they fuckin' wit' me
Don't sang it hoe You gotta bring it hoe Now don't be sangin' hoe You gotta bring it hoe 'Cuz', I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate
You think you know me bitch But you don't know me hoe You wanna start some shit Den bring it to da doe' 'Cuz' I'm da bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Da bitchy, bitchy, da bitchy, bitchy Bitchy you love to hate
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