CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Rascals
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(Uzoma, come here)
B*t*h (K.i.D)
B*t*h, I'm back with my pole like I'm Samfix or somethin'
And we don't stress no hoes, we just ran through a ton (Uh-uh)
And b*t*h, I'm prolly with them fours (Gang), everybody got a gun (Yoom)
She suck it 'til she snotty nosed, she a freak, she a fool with her tongue (Uh)
I dive in that, her bed like, "Uh, ayy", like, "Uh, ayy"
You see 'em get wet like broad day (Broad day, come on)
We not goin' t** for tat, it's not what we on (Uh-uh), we could never
She suck the d**k 'til I'm sharp like a Tesla
We post the chat from the first 'til December
She want my son, but it's far from November
She like, "He beat it down for me" (For me)
Well, lil' bitty, shut the f**k up and drop down to your knees
We got no feelings, just pots with the Ps
I can cut off a ho, give her back to the streets
(Uzoma, come here)
B*t*h (K.i.D)
B*t*h, I'm back with my pole like I'm Samfix or somethin'
And we don't stress no hoes, we just ran through a ton (Uh-uh)
And b*t*h, I'm prolly with them fours (Gang), everybody got a gun (Yoom)
She suck it 'til she snotty nosed, she a freak, she a fool with her tongue (Uh)
I dive in that, her bed like, "Uh, ayy", like, "Uh, ayy"
You see 'em get wet like broad day (Broad day, come on)
We not goin' t** for tat, it's not what we on (Uh-uh), we could never
She suck the d**k 'til I'm sharp like a Tesla
We post the chat from the first 'til December
She want my son, but it's far from November
She like, "He beat it down for me" (For me)
Well, lil' bitty, shut the f**k up and drop down to your knees
We got no feelings, just pots with the Ps
I can cut off a ho, give her back to the streets
