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letra de you don’t want it (futf freestyle) - nikisha moronica

[intro]
no no no, you see…
it’s just that- a lot of b-tches have been testing me all f-cking day you know… and i’m just out here like- oh my god
these b-tches really think they want it with me today

[verse 1]
(unh) who want it? you don’t want it
dirty ass b-tches that do not want it
you might think you do, but trust, you don’t (nope)
cause i’m the kinda b-tch that’ll get you stoned (yep)
and not by weed, i’m talking bricks (oh?)
these words hit hard, f-ck stones & sticks
cyanide in your drink then i’m like “here b-tch”
ain’t f-cking with a hick on their hicktown sh-t (ew!)
like, y’all ghetto, ya t–th so yellow
the booty so stiff zero jiggle no jello

but
nice try, i see through you
imma put a b-tch in the icu
nic b-tch wanted smoke, that’s why she coughin
now her lips sealed like her daddy’s coffin oop-
oh my god, who said that?!?!
not sorry, no takebacks

your talent, where’s that at? (where?)

extra loud, with exclamation
sit the f-ck down, back to your station

[interlude]
real
i’m so sorry but half of you b-tches are wack as f-ck (true)
like what do you b-tches think you’re doing?
like, y’all not gagging the girls
and- (y’all not) y’all not- y’all not serving kunt, it’s like-
-laughing- !
mhmm mhmm
okay okay okay

[verse 2]
b-tches better quit that chat (b-tch)
pull out the taser then i zip zap back (hoe)
i might f-ck your daddy with the split splat slap (unh)
and if he dead, tell ya momma get that strap (unh, unh, unh!)
i mean, tell ya momma she raised a b-tch
you should get a colonic, you’re full of sh-t
got a b-tch so nerv she’s sh-tting bricks
like “sir we need a clean up on aisle six” hold up

saw you out here whoring, while i’m worldwide touring
american airlines, in the sky i’m soaring
there’s a man in your bed, he’ll be out by morning
ain’t no side eye, i’m full on scorning
just letting you know: this is your last warning
i slayed this b-tch, now her family mourning (go!)
[refrain]
r.i.p
to the b-tch that wanted beef
i’m not sorry
you can suck this fat coochie

[verse 3]
heard a b-tch wanted war, so call me putin
dirty ass f-gs reeks of pollution
they hate me cause their dads abuse them
while i’m shooting up lines with susan
he said he’s bad, guess he meant in bed
“just got a mill” hope you mean a tread
cause b-tch, i mean look at your back

heard a real fat hoe say he’s the doll
you’re a blow-up at best, with shriveled b-lls
“it’s jada” no b-tch, that’s jamal
i don’t mean to spread hate, just facts, that’s all
a face like yours makes men impotent
line these hoes up like i find a quotient
yes i’m an icon, i’m the moment
and i’ll never take sh-t from a f-cking rodent

[chorus]
who want it? you don’t want it
dirty ass b-tches that do not wa-want
who want it? you don’t want
dirty ass b-tches that do not wa-want who want it? you don’t want it
dirty ass b-tches that do not wa-want
who want it? you don’t want
dirty ass b-tches that do not wa-wa-want it
[outro]
no cause these b-tches don’t have their f-cking priorities straight these days
like, why are you trying to run up on me, when you should be running on a treadmill b-tch…
and b-tch don’t f-cking touch me!
look at you b-tch, you look diseased hunni
i don’t wanna catch an extra chromosome from you boo boo
keep that sh-t to your f-cking self

don’t try me again b-tch

- nikisha moronica

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