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my bitch - tom the mail man lyrics

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ay, my b*tch so f*cked up
who you texting?
b*tch you out, like i’m going f*ck on your best friend
she would take the d*ck, ain’t no question
i’m a pretty n*gga, she know i give out blessings, respect him

it’s like, ay, my b*tch so f*cked up
staring her face on my momma is f*ck blood
just because we f*cked don’t get it f*cked up
i’m in my back, hoe
even if i trust another b*tch i couldn’t trust her
i’m in my back, hoe
and i don’t care if you say i’m a assh0l*
run it up, got the money to the mad hoe
if i f*ck with you i would be all bad bro
i’m tryna bring the stash home

ay, bad b*tch, she can f*ck but she still can’t cook
get the camera out her face, she don’t read no book
i can’t bring her out in public, she a stupid hoe
but she still ride a d*ck, make me stupid, oh

my b*tch so f*cked up
who you texting?
we was down bad, i ain’t mad that we’re flexing
how the f*ck is loyalty a question
if i give i expect it

b*tch, dance on these hoes, keep my foot on they neck
if you get that money then they give you respect, ay
dance on these hoes, keep my foot on they neck
if you get that money then they give you respect, ay

ay, my b*tch so f*cked up
never trust her, we ain’t l*st
i’mma f*ck her like it’s f*ck her
my b*tch so f*cked up
never trust her, i’mma f*ck her
like it’s f*ck her

- tom the mail man lyrics

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