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letra de fuck girl - domo wilson

yeah, uh, this the f-ck girl anthem, heh
y’all n—– can be f-ck boys?
we can be f-ck girls, ya feel?

i no longer give a f-ck and i be living it
make that n—- give me sloppy top but i ain’t giving it
freaky b-tch but when we out in public i be innocent
used to cry over n—– now i play ’em like an instrument
n—– be so saucy when i dog ’em
walk ’em in the park and then pretend i never saw them
i never text ’em back and back and guaranteed i’m not gon’ call ’em
his bestie’s looking fine so i’m a sl-t because i want all ’em, d-mn

it’s a hot girl summer on my city girl sh-t
thirty inches in my head i’m on some pretty girl sh-t
i ain’t never gave a f-ck i’m on my pretty girl sh-t
i got a baddie she be on her itty bitty girl sh-t
n—– always talkin’ sh-t ’cause they be biased
f-cking h-lla girls but when we f-ck y’all it’s a riot
body shaming women ’cause we living it man be quiet
this ain’t the 1900s, n—-, don’t you f-cking try it, b-tch, b-tch

i’on really wanna be no wife
so n—- do you wanna chill tonight? uh, yeah
f-ck you good and it feels so right
but i’ma ghost you to be real tonight, yuh, yuh
i’on never need a n—- b-tch i’m what a n—- need
i’ma be fine if you leave but when i leave a n—- bleed
yes indeed get a n—- begging me to plant his seed, n—- please
f-ck you missionary then i f-cking leave
i heard you curious but i don’t take none of you n—– serious
delirious do what i want making you n—– furious on period
i’m single b-tch i don’t think that you hearing it
no fearing it say what you want but i ain’t ever clearing it
’cause i don’t give a f-cking so go on and talk your sh-t
y’all be yapping on the internet i block your sh-t
but when y’all see me i’ll be friendly but i’ll rock your sh-t
i heard your girl she think i’m s-xy so i got your b-tch
and i remember running outta gas living outta indy
now i make a pretty penny travel sh-t to any city
i’m a boss b-tch don’t care how much it cost b-tch
you lose me it’s your loss b-tch you know i got the sauce b-tch, b-tch, b-tch

i’on really wanna be no wife
so n—- do you wanna chill tonight? uh, yeah
f-ck you good and it feels so right
but i’ma ghost you to be real tonight, uh

all my independent b-tches who don’t need no man
i need ya all to f-cking raise your hand, ayy
and to my women who be living any way they can
and you don’t need no one to understand
and all my independent b-tches who don’t need no man
i need ya all to f-cking raise your hand, ayy
and to my women who be living any way they can
and you don’t need no one to understand
don’t do it b-tch

- domo wilson

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