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whore - prse lyrics

i just dropped the top
and now she callin’ me (callin’ me)
balenci when i walk
i hope they don’t follow me
rich hoes like to flex hard
b*tch, i know that
and that b*tch boy don’t wanna’ press charge
cause i tote that (fah)

i got a strap when i walk
and please don’t come round here
looking for love, but it’s lost
i f*ck that b*tch from the top down
spending it, throwing it all out
all for a b*tch that don’t want me no more
i swear that i cannot stand it with wh0res
but i gave it all for a standard wh0re

i walk into prada i’m buying the store
i walk in the building the b*tch hit the floor
i’m off a pill i can’t hear you no more
she clean it up, got one foot out thе door
she clean it up but she wantеd some more
i hit that b*tch in the back with four
i hit his b*tch in the back, oh lord
that b*tch is wild and rachet for sure
if he talk show him my rachet for sure
huh? b*tch i’ma slap him for sure (what?)
i put him up in a casket oh lord
f*ck that boy whippin’ a honda accord?
i pull up and i spend, and i spend, and i spend
and i spend, and i spend, and the commas dior
b*tch i ain’t got no heart
we light him up and we send him to the stars

send him to stars (ah)
send him to stars (uh)
i got a—(uh)
send him to stars (uh huh)
i got a bih—(hold on)
i got a bih that, that i’m feelin’ apart
feelin’ apart (part)
i got a bih that, that i’m feelin’ apart (yeah)
sent her my heart, uh*ah*huh

- prse lyrics

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