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gangsta bitch - ten wanted men lyrics

[chorus: princess loko]

[verse 1: princess loko]
slowin’ with this style, showin’ knowin’ that you hoes goin’
oh, and i forgot you b*tches hoin’ on that corner blowin’
d*ck, just to get off quick, tear the sack and bullsh*t
quick, ’cause i’m sl!ck, with a b*tch on my hit list
chill, as i’m comin’ trill, feel this real, finna peel
steel in your ass, as i k!ll with a silent bill
lone a sack of hay, as i pay, are you hoes shy?
finna make my way, don’t give a d*mn what you hoes say
play behind my head, you’ll get laid to your death bed
“f*ck the infrared” that’s what i said, i wanna see you dead
p to the r*i*n*c, the e, the s*s
french dress, too impress the n*gga who just fit the best
follow t to be with me, used to call me mac d
loko’s what it is, now and that’s what i’ll forever be
a no good player, heart breaker, and a n*gga taker
money maker, cake a b*tch, say you’re talk that sh*t, i’ll lay you out
got my strap, pockets stealth, when i ease out
how you’re gonna splurge, when you don’t know what this pimpin’ ’bout?
back to the streets, goin’ off like a nice wish
but if you tricks miss, you’re f*ckin’ with a real gangster b*tch
[chorus: princess loko]

[verse 2: princess loko]
princess loko’s on your mind, four*five on my f*ckin’ side
ride, finna slide on this b*tch to do a drive*by
slow, as i gank that ho, f*ck the f*ckin’ 5*0
blow to the store, hit the crib if i have the dough
high, as i’m keepin’ mine, face us, ’cause i have none
society don’t give a f*ck about me, so i pack a gun
quick to pull that f*ckin’ trigger, quicker than the average n*gga
your sh*ts thick, but mine is thicker
b*tches, you can come and l!ck the cat of this f*ckin’ mack, back to back and all that, smoke a fat sack, ’cause ho, you know just where this sh*t is at
never catch me slippin’, feelin’, you will not do all my k!llin’
pimpin’, livin’ with this sh*t, and d*gg*n’ all you sorry b*tches
loko lays low, got no time for none of you hoes
with my n*gga tino, checkin’ out this funky flow
talkin’ trash, be my guest, yes, i put your soul to rest
four*five glock straight to your chest, if it’s me you wanna test
hoes you don’t want none, gun on your f*ckin’ tongue
made you b*tches feel dumb, trickin’, then i steal some
come and get your wig split, trick, you don’t want none of this
and when you get to talkin’ sh*t, i’m still a f*ckin’ gangster b*tch
[chorus: princess loko]

- ten wanted men lyrics

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