letra de sheridan freestyle - bbymutha
[intro: tyrell main piece, tyrell side piece, bbym-th-]
i know you b-tch! i don’t think you know …
i done seen you in my m-th-f-ckin’ n-gg- phone, b-tch
how the f-ck you know tyrell? i think you’re confused sis
i don’t give a f-ck- i’m f-cking tyrell, sis
what you mean you’re “f-cking tyrell?”
i’m f-cking tyrell, sis how the f-ck you started f-cking
tyrell, sis? you have a weak box, sis b-tch, and you
‘bout to have a broke eye b-tch you’re up b-tch, sis
b-tch back up, sis bring the m-th-f-cking n-
-gunshot- aaaagghhh! this b-tch f-cking shot me
oh my f-cking- chile it wasn’t be like this uuuuhh
oh my god! i ain’t never gon’ pay my tax return
get the f-ck off my porch, stupid -ss hoes<\i>
[verse]
n-gg- you think you slick
runnin’ ‘round town with that baldheaded boochie m-th-f-cka
i’ma empty this clip
shot my club up then you sent me to atlanta
i got dinner, b-tch n-gg- we beafin’
just so you could sit up under that b-tch for the weekend
i’m a bad b-tch, hold up, lemme put my weave in
ion need this p-ssy -ss n-gg- no way
d-ck too big, his cash too short, his heart too cold
you’on really love me, you just treat me like them other hoes
i’m a precious gift, i gave you life and curved ya pinkie toes
let you in my home, ‘round my churrin, hoe you gotta go
used to do the most, i mean i even licked yo booty hole
i inspire n-gg-s, not enough to make ‘em keep me
just enough to stuff a couple hoes and get they meat beat
i was better, you ain’t even gotta say it, i know
i’m a fertile b-tch, that’s my bad, i’m sorry, i know
ain’t yo fault that all yo n-gg-s prolly know i’m a hoe
just get rid of me, i’m f-ckin’ up yo life
trap b-tch from the east side
got a couple kids and some thick thighs
tight p-ssy but that b-tch don’t get me satisfied
lyin’ if i say i didn’t cry, you left me hangin’
i ain’t speakin’ to you n-gg-s, i’m just sw-ngin’
b-tch i’m tryna wear yo blood on my necklace
and freeze my left wrist, you shoulda kept this
you gon’ regret this, you ain’t respect this
a fly b-tch, ride or die b-tch, get you high b-tch, a misfit
get yo wig split, i’m on that bullsh-t, i hate you
i f-ckin’ hate you, i’m ‘bout to drive through and blow some sh-t up, b-tch
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