a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de pu$y r@pp3r - baby tate

[intro]
woah
woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah
what the f-ck is this sh-t i see here?
y’all n-ggas can’t be serious?
haha, haha

[chorus]
n-gga just said these female bars so whack, ain’t you writin’ ’em?
wonder why these hoes head be so gassed up, boy, ain’t you hypin’ ’em?
why this sh-t so dead? d-mn, you couldn’t put no life in ’em?
he a man writin’ ’bout a p-ssy, i knew he had a lil’ dyk- in him
wanna be like us so bad, huh?
we make you so mad, huh?
yes, i rap ’bout p-ssy but i’m not a p-ssy rapper
can’t no n-gga scare me, all of them some actors
yes, i rap ’bout p-ssy but i’m not a pu—
[verse]
okay
first of all
i ain’t even really tryna get too personal
but half these lil’ rap n-ggas can’t rap unless they got a perk involved
they just jerkin’ off in a circle talkin’ ’bout female rap, who hurtin’ y’all?
you probably couldn’t pull a b-tch, even if the b-tch was a service dog
lil’ whack n-gga, how dare you?
make a hit for yourself
ain’t been hot since mims’ “hot”, love & hip-hop ain’t help
and quick, with two seconds on the shot clock
can you tell me why you talkin’ all of this sh-t when your biggest recent hit was “thot box”?
silence
yeah, i’m resortin’ to violence
we said, “come get a taste of this p-ssy?”
and all they heard was, “try us”
now fly yourself across the globe, turn the radio on
i bet you can’t find a station that ain’t playin’ this song
inspire woman and you write for these b-tches, how unbecomin’
how spiteful is it to sh-t where you eat and act like it’s nothin’?
the girls runnin’ circles ’round n-ggas blindfolded
if you don’t see it, you ain’t got your eyes opened, b-tch

[outro]
f-ck is you talking ’bout? (like, “huh, what?”)
like y’all really get on my f-ckin’ nerves
every five seconds, every five seconds (shut up)
“it’s all the girls, all they rap about is p-ssy”
p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, c-nt, c-nt
you would rap about it too if you had one
p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, coochie, coo-coo
if your d-ck had all that power, you would rap about it too
but it don’t, pssh
woin (woin, woin, woin)
stank d-ck n-ggas, go wash your b-lls, b-tch
haha, haha, haha
oh, oh, oh, and before you go, hum
i just wanna let you all know, this is just rap
it’s just rap, right?
all bars, no beef, it’s just rap
love you, mwah

- baby tate

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS