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what happened - traxamillion lyrics

[intro]
lil kayla, what’s up?
(traxamillion)

[chorus]
what happened? what happened?
what happened? what happened?
i think that b*tch just probably mad i hit her baby daddy
i think that b*tch just probably mad i hit her baby daddy
what happened? what happened?
what happened? what happened?
i think that b*tch just probably mad i hit her baby daddy
i think that b*tch just probably mad i hit her baby daddy

[verse 1]
she mad i put it in his face like a dinner plate
when i call that n*gga on his way, he never make me wait
ever since i let him get a taste, he been goin’ cray
and he keep his drama out my face ’cause he know i don’t play
and he got a wet b*tch, but ayy, b*tch, i’m way wetter
i just wanted to f*ck him, i ain’t mean to upset her
and if she get too loud, then you better go and check her
’cause my b*tches don’t play ’bout me, they’ll really go and stretch her
been tryna keep it low*key, but everybody know me
don’t care ’bout what you told me, boy, you gon’ have to show me
my new n*gga a whole piece, just copped him a cold piece
them other b*tches so weak, you f*ckin’ with the goalie
[chorus]
what happened? what happened?
what happened? what happened?
i think that b*tch just probably mad i hit her baby daddy
i think that b*tch just probably mad i hit her baby daddy
what happened? what happened?
what happened? what happened?
i think that b*tch just probably mad i hit her baby daddy
i think that b*tch just probably mad i hit her baby daddy

[verse 2]
i made him slob on the kn*b like corn on the cob
he check in with me while you workin’ your job
for all them other b*tches, yeah, i make it real hard
’cause the n*gga f*ckin’ with me and he never gon’ stop
and i ain’t never worried ’bout you mad*ass b*tches
when you really a player, ain’t no need for competition
you b*tches steady watchin’, y’all should take a note and listen
gotta trip, i ain’t the b*tch that n*gga out here representin’ (period)
’cause i’m just havin’ fun, hit these n*ggas one by one
if he extra, then i’m done, these n*ggas know i’m not the one
hit from the back, i never run, i like a thug who carry guns
in the a just for a day, this n*gga’s askin’ where i’m from

- traxamillion lyrics

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