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pr0st1tut3 - nodistvnce lyrics

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[intro: 800pts]
(ねー大丈夫)
(it’s aj)
yeah

[chorus: 800pts]
(huh) b*tch i don’t need you
tint on the whip, you can’t see me, john cena (b*tch)
i’m takin’ drugs like i’m sick with a fever
i need crib with a chandelier, sia (chandelier)
that hoe gon’ ride me like see*saw
b*tch i be ballin’ like 2k or fifa
i got sword on me, b*tch, like a ninja
run up on who? you must not know who we are
yeah, i beat your ass, to the hospital
she wanna f*ck ’cause my bread like a prostitute (yeah)
you talkin’ tough, do you know who you talkin’ to?
i got a bl!ck on my side, i’m not boxin’ you (nah*nah)
but i’ll put you in a box
i’m with your b*tch, she suckin’ my c*ck (c*ck)
walk in the store, they know i buy a lot (oh yeah)
i’m with your b*tch, made that hoe give me shh, yeah (huh, yeah)

[verse: nodistvnce]
she gave me top in the back of the parking lot (hah)
i got a blade, i’ma chop him up (chop)
walk in the store with my pockets stuffed
walk with a limp, ’cause i got my bl!cky tucked (huh*uh*uh)
i need more paper (huh)
b*tch i don’t you, i will not chase her
got a new choppa, it came with a laser
i might go f*ck this lil’ b*tch on the table, huh (huh)
i am not chill with a b*tch like netflix
she said, “my hands stuck to your necklace” (huh)
hop in the h*llcat, movin’ reckless
send him some hollows, boy you gon’ catch this (huh)
hop in the back of the beamer, i got my d*mn guns, right when i need ’em (huh*uh)
choppa gon’ fold that lil’ boy just like t*shirt
i am the villain, lil’ baby, like frieza (huh)
[chorus: 800pts]
(huh) b*tch i don’t need you
tint on the whip, you can’t see me, john cena (b*tch)
i’m takin’ drugs like i’m sick with a fever
i need crib with a chandelier, sia (chandelier, wah*wah*wah*wah)
that hoe gon’ ride me like see*saw
b*tch i be ballin’ like 2k or fifa
i got sword on me, b*tch, like a ninja
run up on who? you must not know who we are
yeah, i beat your ass, to the hospital
she wanna f*ck ’cause my bread like a prostitute (yeah)
you talkin’ tough, do you know who you talkin’ to?
i got a bl!ck on my side, i’m not boxin’ you (nah)
but i’ll put you in a box
i’m with your b*tch, she suckin’ my c*ck (c*ck)
walk in the store, they know i buy a lot (oh yeah)
i’m with your b*tch, made that hoe give me shh, yeah (huh, yeah)

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