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no more - yung kitt katt & hoodrat spice lyrics

[intro: sample]
(play this record as frequently as possible)

[pre*chorus: hoodrat spice]
b*tch you blowin’ up my phone
tryna f*ck? b*tch go home
i told you that we’re f*cking through
is this message not clear to you?
stop pretending that you drunk
when you ‘cide to call me up
i’m about to stab you when they leave yo body in my trunk

[chorus: hoodrat spice]
ion like you no more
ion*ion like you no
ion like you no more
ion like you no more
ion like you no more

[verse 1: yung kitt katt]
who the f*ck are you? to try and call me
weren’t you the b*tch who tried to break it off with me?
new b*tches i got three, they only f*ck with me
they [?] out the f*cking club so i could f*cking pee
i really f*cking hate when you call me all the time
you’re a crazy motherf*cker, got you calling on three lines
my gun is in my hand, so try and come over
f*ck up off my land, i’ll scare your drunk ass sober
you need to stop with this sh*t, i’m getting h*lla mad
call me one more time, you wish you never had
i’m finna f*ck you up, then forget the pass
you’re lucky i don’t call your mom and put you out from [?]
[pre*chorus: hoodrat spice]
b*tch you blowin’ up my phone
tryna f*ck? b*tch go home
i told you that we’re f*cking through
is this message not clear to you?
stop pretending that you drunk
when you ‘cide to call me up
i’m about to stab you when they leave yo body in my trunk

[chorus: hoodrat spice]
ion like you no more
ion*ion like you no
ion like you no more
ion like you no more
ion like you no more

[verse 2: hoodrat spice]
you straight up beggin’ real thirsty
calling me say that you hurtin’
second that i bring it, [?] you saying that i’m urking (urking)
b*tch get on some real sh*t, don’t diss if you can’t take it (take it)
you ain’t down, you just fake it
like this isn’t a [?]
you feel like you can get a b*tch whenever you just want one
just laying drunk and home alone and got a couple condoms
but b*tch you just ratchet, unattractive and tragic
you faker than monopoly money, take it and they cash it
i’m in this rap game like a [?] inside a [?]
you don’t know how to do your drugs, i’ll call you [?]
my lifestyle’s juicy, [?] and pop [?]
i heard you snitch a b*tch, yeah, you need some f*cking gucci’s
[pre*chorus: hoodrat spice]
b*tch you blowin’ up my phone
tryna f*ck? b*tch go home
i told you that we’re f*cking through
is this message not clear to you?
stop pretending that you drunk
when you ‘cide to call me up
i’m about to stab you when they leave yo body in my trunk

[chorus: hoodrat spice]
ion like you no more
ion*ion like you no
ion like you no more
ion like you no more
ion like you no more

[outro: both]
what b*tch? what b*tch? what you know about this?
what b*tch? what b*tch? what you know about this?
what b*tch? what b*tch? what you know about this?
i’m finna k!ll you ho, i’m finna k!ll you ho
i’m finna k!ll you ho, i’m finna k!ll you ho
shut the f*ck up and get out my house
shut the f*ck up and get out my house
i’ll hit you with a choppa
i’ll hit you with a choppa
i’ll hit you with a choppa
with a motherf*cking choppa
i’ll hit you with a choppa
i’ll hit you with a choppa
i’ll hit you with a choppa
with a motherf*cking choppa
now shut the f*ck up and get out my house
shut the f*ck up and get out my house
shut the f*ck up and get out my house
shut the f*ck up and get out my house, b*tch
sh*t!

- yung kitt katt hoodrat spice lyrics

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