letra de ungrateful - bbymutha
[verse 1 – bbym-th-]:
molly poppin’, ghetto golden, rocking, rolling, black b-tch
call me what you want but baby don’t forget the “black b-tch”
p-ssy pink as f-ck, he wanna nut, he want some mo’ kids
he need a dumb b-tch, he need to gone with all that dumb sh-t
sorry i’m the center of your baby dad’s attention
sorry i been bossing up on you and all your friends
you was busy stalking me and i was getting to a bag
i was busy doing me and they was getting h-lla mad
robbing n-ggas, i ain’t playin’, fair, my att-tude expensive
i need quality extensions, tryna pay a few tuitions
tryna start a f-cking business
get a job, step my p-ssy up
and i can’t let these n-ggas f-ck on me cause they gon’ f-ck it up
getting to the money, now i know these b-tches sick of me, they tickle me
sending all they friends to come and check on me
a check on me, a lot of stress on you, i’m in the major league
you local karaoke b-tches ain’t my speed, grow the weed
[chorus] (x2):
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i got yo’ n-gga running dope and making plays for me
i got this money on my mind, can’t let you play with me
they hate on me, ungrateful b-tches keep my trigger finger itchin’
[verse 2 – michael da vinci]:
dark skin n-gga with a light so bright
look like can k!ll a brother on site
house motherf-cker put a b-tch on ice
tell your man to get a life, he been b-tchin’ all night
f-cking with them hoes [?] got you piped
make you wanna f-ck, go home, throw a fight
tell me how you feel, imma tell you how it is, f-ck you think it really is?
i ain’t got time for the bullsh-t
been working too long, got a couple sh-ts
smoking on whatever you can roll the sh-t
can i get you back 5, bring me back to 10
can i get you five hunnid, bring me back to 6
you a boss [?]
make a n-gga say, uh no limit with this
my hater say i’ll punch your face and left
we been down for a while, now we up a lil’ bit
first place to the ceiling, stay on the ground, not your fake bullsh-t
dodge your lies [?] n-gga f-ck clout
imma run my mouth, talk sh-t till they k!ll me
hill for a while, n-gga can’t slow down
them curves can’t k!ll me, no
[chorus] (x2):
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i got yo’ n-gga running dope and making plays for me
i got this money on my mind, can’t let you play with me
they hate on me, ungrateful b-tches keep my trigger finger itchin’
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