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letra de tryfling ass g bitches pt. 2 - dj sound

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[verse]
memphis ass n-gga talkin’ about tryfling ass tramp
hoes l!ck up nut like l!ckin’ up some stamps
[?] resthave n-ggas catch up with your kind
b-tches get sh-t, n-gga, not a motherf-ckin’ dime
take my time, trick, to make sure that these hoes fake
talk about a b-tch, every godd-mn day
n-ggas get they b-tches goin’, a motherf-cker headhunter
b-tches really trick me out when they act like they ain’t goin
f-ckin’ with the frayser pimp, straight out the f-ckin’ north
stick my d-ck in a ho mouth, then make her k!ll that noise
kee-wee don’t show no respect for a tryfling b-tch
only thing a ho can do is suck my motherf-ckin’ d-ck
n-ggas it’s ashamed that you got a get a b-tch with cash
already payin’ the b-tch, make you n-ggas kissin’ ass
b-tches ain’t sh-t in the end, when you have no ends
when you get assed out, ho f-ckin’ on your friends
told you once again n-ggas, now i’m gonna tell you twice
f-ckin’ with a b-tch, n-gga’s like f-ckin’ with your life
but you n-ggas still gonna find your way to the ho
tryna see who she’s f-ckin’, knockin’ on the d-mn door
then you p-ssed off ’cause you don’t know where she at
some real n-ggas hittin’ the ho, hittin’ her from the back
some n-ggas get jealous, motherf-ckin’ lovebuds
don’t try to fight, be a player like this player, ’cause
f-ck a ho, let that ho bring you back the cash flow
real n-ggas like me chargin’ these b-tches ’til they broke
i ain’t got sh-t, not a f-ckin thang for you b-tch
only thing i got to give is my motherf-ckin’ d-ck
you hoes got me f-cked up, think i’m gonna beat you, trick
that’s why you hoes hate real n-ggas outta frayser, b-tch
pimpin’ these b-tches is the thang that i like to do
hit a b-tch in the eye turn that motherf-cker blue
call the cops, b-tch, ’cause that’s how the sh-t gonna be
i be at the crib, smoked out, waitin’ waitin’ with my peeps
waitin’ on any motherf-cker wanna get some
[?] on these b-tches dressed up like a f-ckin’ bomb
what i’m tryna say, love no b-tches, love your f-ckin’ crown
this is part two on you b-tches and it goes on
[interlude]
yeah, first of all i wanna say f-ck you to all you trifling ass g b-tch out there
you know i’m sayin’
and theres two b-tches out there, know i’m sayin’
i’m especially talkin’ about that taneisha b-tch and that tonya b-tch
know what i’m sayin’
may kee-wee nut taste like dog sh-t in your mouth, b-tch
know what i’m sayin’
and i’m out this motherf-cker, for the 9-4, ho

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- dj sound

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