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letra de fuck with me - yung kitt katt & hoodrat spice

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[verse 1: hoodrat spice]
players coppin’ choppers and bricks on bricks
hittin’ up the switches and snorting this sh-t
i am the owner in [?]’s name
call it heavy metal ’cause b-tch i’m slaying
i own these hoes, and they nappy weaves
ugly b-tches on my d-ck, well i’ma ask ’em to leave
ugly b-tches talking sh-t, saying that i owe them
i’ma call up paris, miley, and lindsay lohan
and we gon’ grab the ak-47
from the bay to la spraying b-tches in heaven
empty out the clip, drive away real fast
keep starting sh-t b-tch, see if you last
i am not wealthy b-tch, i’m just a hood rat
yo b-tch be leaking on the couch, i made her cum
tell yo b-tch to come f-ck with mе, and make it clap
if your b-tch don’t got the money thеn that b-tch getting slapped

[chorus: hoodrat spice]
f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
your mom’s f-ck with me
yo dad f-ck with me
yo sister f-ck with me
yo brother brother f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
yeah, they all f-ck with me
your mom’s f-ck with me
yo dad f-ck with me
yo sister f-ck with me
yo brother brother f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
your sister f-ck with me
yo brother f-ck with me
yo family f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
what?
[verse 2: yung kitt katt]
valerie, coming real hard (real hard)
get money all day, and v-cards (cards)
your b-tch wanna know how i cum
take her to the trap, go real dumb (dumb)
i got stacks on deck (deck)
i got pills on deck (deck)
i got money for real, traps throw respect (respect)
i’m sippin’ on brown, i’m f-cking with chris (chris)
i’m on his right side but i ain’t no b-tch (b-tch)
i see you over there, tryin’ to map (map)
i wonder if you’ll ever just make an attack (attack)
i got goons everywhere, don’t think i ain’t tellin’ sh-t
got prada in the bag, don’t think i ain’t sellin’ sh-t

[chorus: hoodrat spice]
f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
your mom’s f-ck with me
yo dad f-ck with me
yo sister f-ck with me
yo brother brother f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
yeah, they all f-ck with me
your mom’s f-ck with me
yo dad f-ck with me
yo sister f-ck with me
yo brother brother f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
your sister f-ck with me
yo brother f-ck with me
yo family f-ck with me
they all f-ck with me
what?

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