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no discussionn - naughtyy lyrics

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[intro]
yeah

pop pop

ha ha

yeah

ain’t no discussion

[verse 1 ]

it’s freaky friday, they all wanna live my lifestyle

check me out, i’m lighting up, these b*tches lights out

i’m direct with what i say, you gon hear it anyway

deposit ya two cents, you still ain’t getting paid

ugh

[hook]

im just*a*good*girl, with real n*gga tendencies
popping like serena i could show you what a ten*is please
rather get some money, i don’t wanna be ya enemy
assasinating all the comp, like they name was kennedy
ugh, i don’t trust em

if it’s bout the chickеn then you know these b*tchеs ducking

nah…not for nothing

put your money where mouth is, no discussion

[verse 2]

sh*t
why you still talking
get down on yo knees why you still walking

this what happen when the queen leave her throne, cause they tryna pop sh*t, i just wanna be alone

im on go

these b*tches never been
he wanna call me keisha
cause he know this p*ssy heaven sent
if broke n*gga talking
that make me celibate
how you the find hookah you can’t even find the cl*tourous (what?)

what
pop pop

smoking on that, mmmh, opp opps

stop, drop

step up out my kitchen, cause it’s getting hot hot

roaches love to come around when they see you eating up

breaking bread with all my b*tches, nun of us gon leave a crumb

mushrooms and the brocolli, i been feeling like a vegan ugh

two shots of the henny, now i’m feeling like a demon ugh

i sleep goood
i don’t needa pillow talk
don’t be falling for potential
yeah i’m everything they not

clap clap clap
for your efforts babe

sh*t could fall apart im still gon pick it up and bang
bang bang bang
at your doorstep

h*llo it is naughtyy
and i’m sending my condolences
to any b*tch who step to me
you probably can’t get over this
feeling like r. kelly cause i just get these b*tches p*ssed

[chorus]

im just*a*good*girl, with real n*gga tendencies
popping like serena i could show you what a ten is please
rather get some money, i don’t wanna be ya enemy
assasinating all the comp, like they name was kennedy

ugh, i don’t trust em

if it’s bout the chicken then you know these b*tches ducking

nah…not for nothing

put your money where mouth is, no discussion

pop pop

smoking on that

opp opps

stop drop

set up out my kitchen cause it’s getting hot hot

- naughtyy lyrics

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