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letra de bum bitch - young moose

[intro]
young moose, n-gga
(rest in peace to tom, man)
out the mud n-gga
this for them bum -ss b-tches, man
it’s about time y’all b-tches got ya’ll sh-t together
ya’ll keep talkin’ bout whatever
these ho dirty -ss b-tches got the game f-cked up, bruh
like its a blessing to lay down wit n-ggas like us
is you serious?
you taking care of ya household?
you takin’ care of ya kids?

[chorus]
we don’t want no bum b-tch
nah we don’t want no bum b-tch
we don’t want no bum b-tch
nah we don’t want no bum b-tch
we don’t want no b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bu-bum
we don’t want no b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bu-bum

we don’t want no bum b-tch
nah we don’t want no bum b-tch
we don’t want no bum b-tch
nah we don’t want no bum b-tch
we don’t want no b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bu-bum
we don’t want no b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bu-bum

[verse 1]
that’s all she do is fuss and fight
i’m like, “go ‘head just live your life”
like tom say
“we okay and we gon’ be alright”
i call her phone like, “i’m at the table
i’ma be all night”
she like, “i swear i hate you”
i’m like, “i know, girl, goodnight”
you ain’t gonna do this, nah
you ain’t gonna stress me out
every time i’m in the house
you don’t wanna let me out
i got c0ke to sell and dope to sell
f-ck you talkin’ bout
you don’t ever listen
all you wanna do is run your mouth
every time summer time come
you be dummin’ out
tryna do the sh-t i do
thinkin’ that you lookin’ cute
girl you ain’t lookin’ sweet
take your -ss back off the street
tell your mama mind her business
tell her don’t call the police
we got sh-t to sell
we got sh-t to do up in these streets
all that small and long talk
get away from me
why you call them peoples
really got them b-tches chasin’ me
know i keep the gun on me
know i keep some pills and weed
know i got two open charges
and them b-tches felonies
don’t come back in front of me
that’s what your honor tellin’ me
so i gotta keep my head up
like when my nose bleed
you say you love then call the law
b-tch, please!

[verse 2]
well i knew she was a bum
i just didn’t say nun
it wasn’t none of my business
until she thought she was stuntin’
comin’ round with that fake pocketbook
she frontin’
she in forever 21
that bum ain’t pay for nun
man she need to be stopped
i swear to god you a thot
you keep on comin’ around
look that ain’t how i rock
get the f-ck off my block
’cause you makin’ it hot
9 times out of 10 you got a hole in ya sock
that’s why i f-cked you at the hotel
you can’t come to my spot
you keep on thinkin’ you that
i swear to god you not
then you nosy
ain’t nothin’ in ya nose but snot
you f-cked that n-gga in school
and didn’t wash ya c-ck

[outro]
bum, bum, bum
you a bum!
bum. bum, bum
you a bum!

- young moose

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