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letra de fuck a bitch - ghetto mafia

[verse 1: nino]

stinkin’ b-tch put me out
for the 3rd time
with nothin’ but my 9 on my waist line
its the same sh-t
with them stinkin’ hoes
everythings cool
“when you buyin’ me clothes?”
used to make ’bout 4 gs a week
didn’t have a problem i could freak
b-tch was copin’ my money with me nightly
“what you thinkin’ bout cheatin’?”
not even slightly
see everybody movin’ by my nickname
and knew i was real ’bout the dope game
last night trappin’
hit an all-time
three different drug sales in the same time
my partner in crime was my girl an’ sh-t
loved talkin’ about money dopes and clips
all the time i thought she was in it to win it
stank hoe was just in it to spend it
but f-ck y’all n-gg-s
get off my nuts girl
fell out with my boys over my girl
i know something
it’s true
even nino got p-ssywhupped too
but all the sudden
momentum shifted
but i could see it
i was constantly spifted(?)
somebody hit my whole f-ckin’ stash, boi
and got me for my whole f-ckin’ jackpot

[verse 2: wicked]

now hoes some with game out the top
have your beemers all over the whole d-mn block
you couldn’t tell me i wasn’t a g
cause i be f-ckin’ other people’s p-ssy
and that’s about the time i heard the rap
a n-gg- f-ckin’ my girl from the trap
n-gg-s knew about my llello
’bout my funds
knew about my house in ‘copiton
what’s that runnin’
i heard that same sh-t from satan
ignore ’em! said he was gangsta hatin’
i got a break to my homey
but he killed me when i said i was a phony
but i don’t give a f-ck
i’m goin’ for cell black
man f-ck these n-gg-s and b-tches
i got crack
but them fake
i love them n-gg-s at heart
they picked me up when i was sleepin’ in the park
see all my life i had trouble
my main man nino
held me out through the struggle
’cause i got a lot of sh-t on my mind
i can’t believe i thought my boy robbed me blind
fell wack to the b-tch
gave her cards and cribs and all that sh-t
but now i’m back with the click
man f-ck a b-tch

[verse 3: wicked/nino alternating]

never let a b-tch really know you know ’em
and of they act up you better blow ’em
all b-tches are tricks and thats a fact
and never let a b-tch know where your stash is
man a b-tch ain’t nuthin’ but a bill
knowsomethin’ a b-tch ain’t sh-t but a thrill
i kill a b-tch like it ain’t sh-t
nino
f-ck a b-tch

- ghetto mafia

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