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[Chorus] After I f*ck your b*tch Then I'mma tell you bout it If you a trick ass n*gga You'll be f*ck up about it I hope you don't start No f*ckin' beef about it Or I'll take her name and yo name And make a rap about it [Verse 1] Now all y'all n*ggas know pimpin' ain't dead And these hoes followin' us like simon said I only trust me myself and I, you ask me why Cause the first time I seen a man cry Was because a b*tch She broke his heart She left him for dead Though my h boom coon Gast up the b*tch head Every n*gga don't love you He just tryin' to rich And here the b*tch fail for the shit(so hear this) These n*ggas got a couple birds You know how that go We snatch a rumor that we heard We finna vamp out We rush in and ran in the door In the (?) The b*tch start screamin' I padded her on the ass Job well done We got what we wanted, it's to roll I'm sittin' on a brick and half, nothin' but old These n*ggas lookin stupid it's hard to swallow Imagine a b*tch taking every dollar you done earn [Chorus] After I f*ck your b*tch Then Imma tell you bout it If you a trick ass n*gga You'll be f*ck up about it I hope you don't start No f*ckin' beef about it Or I take her name and yo name And make a rap about it [Verse 2] Now you the hardest n*gga in the hood You talkin shit But you weak than a motherf*cker We it comes to that b*tch You better watch before I knock her And get cha hot You suppose to be my n*gga But you huggin' your glock You wanna kill me, you wanna steal me Over a b*tch, you wanna hurt me You wanna curse me, put me on disc You dislike, you fight me, you wanna strike me Wanna catch me, and wear me like an old pair of nikes It ain't over, I saw your hoe, ridin' in your rover I was sober, I pulled her over, now I done stole her My n*gga better watch your b*tch, cause she been creepin' My n*gga me and your b*tch, we been like sleepin' She been talkin' about your stash and I been hurtin' I gotta tech-nine in the mat I'm about to serve ya Run up on ya, and pull it on ya, and put it through ya Just to let you know what your hoe will do to ya [Chorus] After I f*ck your b*tch Then Imma tell you bout it If you a trick ass n*gga You'll be f*ck up about it I hope you don't start No f*ckin' beef about it Or I'll take her name and yo name And make a rap about it [Verse 3] You better watch your b*tch, like you watch your mail If you ain't train that b*tch then you goin' to jail Or gone be dead gone (?) but runs they mouth Love to fantasize about they man cars and house You can give the b*tch the world She still gone gice up that car But you a nobody n*gga that sellin' rocks on the block You better watch your b*tch cause I'm shinin' like diamonds You bring her around me it's gone be a matter of time For I f*ck your b*tch and let you know about it If you a trick ass n*gga you'll be f*ck up about it I hope you don't throw no f*ckin' fit about it That's life and you really can't do shit about it You wanna hi-side d*ck ride cause you think I'm on You comin to me wrong tryin' to popcorn, b*tch gone For I catch a f*ckin aggrivated, see you then violated You told them folk that I was drug related I gotta grudge with the judge she (?) Domestic violence three years without parole Watch your b*tch, and stop your b*tch, before your b*tch Get your ass in a world of shit [Chorus] After I f*ck your b*tch Then Imma tell you bout it If you a trick ass n*gga You'll be f*ck up about it I hope you don't start No f*ckin' beef about it Or I'll tale her name your name And make a rap about it (repeat 4x) |