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nothin ass bitch - teezyduh & locsta lyrics

[verse 1: locsta]
all i talk is money, my adam’s apple came from the bank
all i got is hundreds, it look fake, this not a prank
i’m armed & dangerous, i’m always anxious, i’m on my g’s and d’s
i’m southbound on 35, come back with key’s & p’s
n-gga please i got it sowed up like st-tches on a shirt
i sell weed, i sell work, but i drank all my purp
nba player like dirk, never broke again since birth
yung gizzle got that work, criminal crook gang my turf
i drank a lotta syrup mane free my bro big menace
he be gettin’ on my nerve, always wantin’ me to get minutes
i’ma put money on his books, i’m wit spank loc & the crooks
i’ma get her if she look, if i get the number she took
i’m take her to the crib, i’mma put it in her ribs
i’mma put it in her -n-l, gettin’ dome while i watch cable
yung locsta i’mma playa, she’s a liver, her name lisa
kicked her out and ordered pizza, because i didn’t eat her

[hook: locsta]
i gotta bunch of money, i show a lot of love
yo’ girl wanted to f-ck me, i had to use a glove
my prices super low, i got the best plug
these n-ggas they don’t like me, but i don’t give a f-ck
gotd-mn, that’s some real n-gga sh-t, aye
gotd-mn, that’s a hustlin’ -ss clique, aye
gotd-mn, she’s a nothin’ -ss b-tch, mane
gotd-mn, she’s a nothin’ -ss b-tch, mane

[verse 2: t–zyduh]
i’m from the home of the ratchets, ain’t no plastics
body sn-tchers lower caskets, cause the money is a must, gotta have it
i’m just at it, tryna make it happen, round here n-ggas pistol’s clappin
pistol packin, better use it, n-ggas dumpin’, b-tches stabbin’
i’m just rappin’ tryna get out, ‘fore i f-ck around and get smoked
f-ckin’ round with these ‘f-ck around’ n-ggas ain’t no joke
i got b-tches tryna f-ck around, they’ll probably let me poke
but i’m too busy in the yo’ my future bright, a n-gga stoked
but hold on, on another note, my b-tch she a gypsy
all money on the way in, i’m feelin like nipsey
cause the hustle is in me, my pockets is empty
but i’ma get it right back, give me a minute and i’ll have plenty, right?
i’m wit locsta and the loc’s but ain’t no criminal
crimson and cream, reppin’ oklahoma, not no seminole
nothin’ bout me subliminal, i tell it like it is
i ain’t playin’ with these kids, a n-gga focused on his biz, huh?

[hook]

[outro: locsta]
yuh, aye
gotd-mn, she’s a nothin’ -ss b-tch, mane
n-gga, you know who you are b-tch
if you f-ckin’ two n-ggas, that’s related, you dusty ho
aye
if you f-ckin’ two n-ggas in the same apartment complex, b-tch you’z a rat man
y’all some dusty -ss b-tches man
shout out to the bad hoes though
know i f-cks witcha’
yes sir
gizzle
just had to make somethin’ 4 them, 4 them ratchet -ss b-tches, mane
had to do it for the dusty -ss b-tches, mane
aye, aye, i think she got the mange
let me quit playin’ man
selo, gizzle, go!

- teezyduh locsta lyrics

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