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hector’s luh remixes - ​the san pittas lyrics

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[part i]

[intro: eddie murphy & tisha campbell martin]
i know you hear me you slimey, sleazy, sneaky, slithering, son of a b*tch
do you want to keep it down? i’m getting ready to have some company okay?
aha, so who’s the victim tonight?
yvonne, i don’t feel like playing with you okay stop
why don’t you just tell her the truth?
tell her you’re gonna use her, then you’re gonna dump her like you did me
excuse me, excuse me i did not dump you
we went out, it was whack, and it was your fault, and i wish*
look, why don’t you get over it and go find another man huh?
get outta here
i hope you catch a disease and your d*ck falls off
oh, i would expect you to say something crass like that
don’t forget i have the court order to stay, you ain’t supposed to be that close to the gate

[verse 1: lil’ yachty]
bro pull a pistol on anyone
hopped out the car with a big sk
grip it under my arm like a minigun
n*gga think he can take any of my hoes
sit back and watch him receive a cinnabon
run out and hop in some foreigns
some hoes and my momma, the ratio ten to one
all of my exes look at me like, god, i turned a façade
buy her a car, but it’s still in my name
if that b*tch tryna leave, take it back like rashad
six*hundred thousand, i stuffed in the park
ten different b*tches, we made ’em hoes mosh
maison margiela soap when i wash
give me that mouth, your body is botched
two different girls, i had bought for the f*ck of it
makin’ so much guap, i don’t know what to do with this sh*t
but i promise i’m lovin’ it
b*tch is a burden, my momma, i’m dubbin’ it
double dishin’ on the rims, i’m thuggin’ it
ballin’ but my ex tryna x somethin’ out
n*ggas want smoke, tryna see what i’m ’bout
i want that b*tch tryna live in her mouth
[part ii]

[intro: action bronson​​]
bam bam!
queens, it’s me

[verse 1: action bronson​​]
i peel steel sh*t like string cheese (uh)
river monsters playing on the big screen
i’ve been fl!ckin’ knives since i was 15 (15)
i’m just a kid from queens, nothing don’t mean sh*t to me
victory (uh), my life is like a breakfast at tiffany’s
m5 sounding like a symphony
these people jealous ’cause no motherf*cker sick as me (uh)
i bag 330, 40 home runs, 137 rbis, 50 stolen bases
hold this face lift
i should have bought a bracelet (uh)
i guess i’m old, impatient (uh)
time is of the essence, shorty, face it (face it)
i all*suede everything, sp*ceship (everything)
put your p*ssy right here so i can taste it (mwah)

[verse 2: westside gunn]
ayo, shot him so quick i forgot to put my gloves on (brrrrrr)
bullets soundin’ like a love song
roll him in the persian rug
soon as the buckshots hit ’em he started coughin’ blood (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
neighborhood tracksuits, but you ain’t ran sh*t
pistol whip him so hard, f*cked up his dandruff
kicks too plush, the public school’s nubuck
grenade launcher lookin’ like manute bol
searchin’ for loopholes (boom)
fell asleep in the law library
me and larusso
get the knives from julio, uh
buck the n*gga if he move once
black still in the hole, he got 14 months
work from the dr, she stuck it in her c*nt
we back

- the san pittas lyrics

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