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weluvthat - weluvche lyrics

[intro]
ooh ralph norman

this just in
reports have a 5’3 midget half*naked is running down the highway
she seems to be dangerous
officers, approach with caution

purrr, ay
ay

[verse 1]
uhn
all this sauce
when i come through you salute, i’m the boss
young che from the a and b*tch i’m raw
shut the f*ck up b*tch you ain’t even no boss
i’m down to cross y’all b*tches off
fake hoes cut from a different cloth
you let them broke ass hoes you had go round, hype you up, you soft

[hook]
now play this for the broke hoes that don’t like you
and you know that you prettier than them b*tches
that talk about you all day long
play this if you know that you that b*tch
and you still getting rich
and you go to sleep and wake up in your own d*mn sh*t
[verse 2]
hm, let’s talk about a bag
let’s talk about some money
mean we comedians, so let me tell you something funny (lol)
some of your favorite famous b*tches really broke, honey
hopping couch to couch to couch, hashtag bunny
see, i eat, i don’t even try b*tch
catch me on a plane, i’m fly b*tch
she got warrants
running in and out of stores on videos and don’t ever buy sh*t (oop)
at least when i did it one time
i had the money to buy it own my own (walmart)
every time you do and tear the store up and leave, b*tch its because you don’t
god d*mn, what’s wrong with her?
fake gold and glitter
look at her*
naked in the middle of the highway on the pole like a stripper, ha
ain’t nothing wrong with stripping
i’m friends with them, getcho money
some folks be stripping for free in public just trying to be funny, uh
hoes don’t get no bread but wanna scream they famous, b*tch
ol’ wishy*washy (hahaha) chicken*head b*tch
okay, let me stop and state some facts
that sh*t you did was really wack
b*tch when keisha, neisha (what her name is?)
stabbed you in your back
who rolled with you on four flats? (me)
who didn’t care about your stats? (me)
who when it didn’t’ have nothing to do with them still hopped on your diss track? (me)
back, back
i’m in the booth right now right because some sh*t you started
pep*rallies full of fans, leave then go lay on somebody carpet
snapped her arm out in the street
i’m bout to snap it on a beat
knock the candle out your hand is the only way you gon drop some heat
hm, you made 5 bands on some promo and spend 3k on some weed (retarted)
just to get high and forget about the sh*t you really need
how you bash my head in but i was still pretty when you leave?
but you went to the hospital? (hahaha, b*tch please)
b*tch, please
[hook]
i’m winning at life, you dead wrong
me and broke don’t get along
tried to leak her addy too but she ain’t even have a home
oh she got one now? who own the lease?
3 months and she’ll be gone
and i know all of your ugly ass fans gon play my song
so sing along

da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
she’s a broke b*tch. i’m laughing at her now
haha
da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
you’s a broke b*tch
shut the f*ck up b*tch, i’m out

[verse 3]
i’m the realest b*tch you ever had
you’ll never have another (on god)
treated you just a sister
same time loved you like a brother
ain’t it crazy how you ride for b*tches that’ll swing on ya like it’s nothing
man, 2020 was really something
but it’s cool
to anybody listening, do you
believing people built like you will have you looking like a fool
everybody ain’t real
closest friends be really snakes
thought i was making some memories
whole time was making mistakes
i’m a real b*tch, hoe
i don’t be for all the drama
only reason i didn’t call my shooters cause i still love yo mama

- weluvche lyrics

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