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hit him up (yg diss) - khia lyrics

f-ck y’all n-gg-s!

mustard on the beat, hoe

wait a minute, ain’t that me on the track?
why you ain’t call and put me on the track?
my hands on ya neck and imma be on ya back
why you ain’t call and put the queen on the track?
wait a minute, ain’t that me on the track?
why you ain’t call and put me on the track?
got my foot on ya neck and imma be on ya back
why you ain’t call and put the queen on the track?

yo, i know a b-tch–ss n-gg- named yg
p-ssy -ss, soft -ss, n-gg- done tried me
all you had to do was pick up the phone
and ask the queen did i wanna get on ya song
i woulda said “okay” and p-ssed you the baton
but ya had ya girl call me and that’s wrong
b-tch started lyin’, i had to hang up the phone
fire your manager quick
dial tone, b-tch

b-tch, i’m the man, you the bottom, i’m the top
i’m ’bout to turn ya -ss out
bend ya -ss over
stop runnin’ from me, suck this p-ssy like i told ya
imma put my strap on so you can get ya rap on
i’m hittin’ switches
nip you and ya hustle
n-gg-s don’t trust him
janet jack me?
sneak past me?
b-tch, i’m the queen!
world war khia, fire, pop it!

all my ladies pop yo p-ssy like this
shake ya body, don’t stop, don’t miss
all you ladies pop yo p-ssy like this
shake ya body, don’t stop, don’t miss
just do it, do it, do it now, lick it good
do it, do it, do it now, lick it good

all my ladies pop, shake that -ss, stop
back that -ss up, money pilin’ to the top
n-gg-s lookin’ like they want it, throw some cash on it
long-haired like a stripper, d-mn right ya gone tip her

don’t beat around the bush
talk to the p-ssy
tell her that ya love her and ya always thinkin’ of her
get real familiar with it, a-do it baby stick it
you just f-ck them other hoes, but ya love thug misses
imma pop my p-ssy like orville redenbacher
sweet, hot, meltin’ b-tter drippin’ all over ya mouth
royal queen of the south
ain’t another like me
hustle b-tch grind
stop wastin’ time
if it ain’t about the cash, get that sh-t off ya mind
pop it, get it up, make it stand up
salute thug misses, when ya see me, throw it up
imma pop my p-ssy, and the ladies ridin’ with me, pop it!

i would say f-ck you, yg, but i already said that, so…
thank you, yg!
you have been sentenced to licking my -ss for the next 25,000 years…
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
new alb-m, motormouf aka khia shamone, july 17th!
ha ha ha ha ha!
the queen has spoken…
there’s nothing you can give to the queen that the queen hasn’t already gave to herself
be gone… b-tch!

- khia lyrics

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