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tryfling ass g bitches pt. 2 - dj sound lyrics

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[verse]
memphis ass n*gga talkin’ about tryfling ass tramp
hoes l!ck up nut like l!ckin’ up some stamps
[?] resthave n*ggas catch up with your kind
b*tches get sh*t, n*gga, not a motherf*ckin’ dime
take my time, trick, to make sure that these hoes fake
talk about a b*tch, every godd*mn day
n*ggas get they b*tches goin’, a motherf*cker headhunter
b*tches really trick me out when they act like they ain’t goin
f*ckin’ with the frayser pimp, straight out the f*ckin’ north
stick my d*ck in a ho mouth, then make her k!ll that noise
kee*wee don’t show no respect for a tryfling b*tch
only thing a ho can do is suck my motherf*ckin’ d*ck
n*ggas it’s ashamed that you got a get a b*tch with cash
already payin’ the b*tch, make you n*ggas kissin’ ass
b*tches ain’t sh*t in the end, when you have no ends
when you get assed out, ho f*ckin’ on your friends
told you once again n*ggas, now i’m gonna tell you twice
f*ckin’ with a b*tch, n*gga’s like f*ckin’ with your life
but you n*ggas still gonna find your way to the ho
tryna see who she’s f*ckin’, knockin’ on the d*mn door
then you p*ssed off ’cause you don’t know where she at
some real n*ggas hittin’ the ho, hittin’ her from the back
some n*ggas get jealous, motherf*ckin’ lovebuds
don’t try to fight, be a player like this player, ’cause
f*ck a ho, let that ho bring you back the cash flow
real n*ggas like me chargin’ these b*tches ’til they broke
i ain’t got sh*t, not a f*ckin thang for you b*tch
only thing i got to give is my motherf*ckin’ d*ck
you hoes got me f*cked up, think i’m gonna beat you, trick
that’s why you hoes hate real n*ggas outta frayser, b*tch
pimpin’ these b*tches is the thang that i like to do
hit a b*tch in the eye turn that motherf*cker blue
call the cops, b*tch, ’cause that’s how the sh*t gonna be
i be at the crib, smoked out, waitin’ waitin’ with my peeps
waitin’ on any motherf*cker wanna get some
[?] on these b*tches dressed up like a f*ckin’ bomb
what i’m tryna say, love no b*tches, love your f*ckin’ crown
this is part two on you b*tches and it goes on
[interlude]
yeah, first of all i wanna say f*ck you to all you trifling ass g b*tch out there
you know i’m sayin’
and theres two b*tches out there, know i’m sayin’
i’m especially talkin’ about that taneisha b*tch and that tonya b*tch
know what i’m sayin’
may kee*wee nut taste like dog sh*t in your mouth, b*tch
know what i’m sayin’
and i’m out this motherf*cker, for the 9*4, ho

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- dj sound lyrics

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