Lyrics

Psst Bitch you stank
Musty than a bitch ho
Shit ho
How many **** did you hit ho
Lit hos all I hang around
That's my shit bro
A hit hoe with some hand me downs
Can't tell me shit bro
What's up with this fake ass bitch
Thinking she know me man
Should I expose this ho
Because you know I can
I'm the wrong MF to pick a fight with
But you should know this since you call yourself a psychic
You dike bitch
Fuck you and anybody who don't like it
Sometimes you gotta pop out and pop shit
It's been six years I don't know why I am the topic
Stop it These fake ass charges you need to drop it
The cops bitch I bet real soon they see your plot
Bitch you really think they dumb
I wonder where she get that shit from
Don't make me have to go and get that drum
And do more than pa ra pa pum pum
And all those skeletons in your closet fuckin coming down
You know you fucked everybody in our fuckin town
Now you expect me to keep a motherfuckin smile
Bitch you lost that right when you spoke on my fuckin child
Wop wop wop wop wop
Bitch you fake as fuck
Wop wop wop wop wop
Admit you made it up
Why you hatin on me ho you got fired
Must be mad cause your cousin got hired
She don't like us She don't like us She don't like us
She don't like us She don't like us She don't like us
Too damn long I was datin a sicko
I never got married Throw that shit out the window
Pretend though I could still be your friend ho
Nah I'm just playin bitch this just ain't no Nintendo
See it's two players but you thought it was one
And I just switched players but you thought I was done
You my only hater I know you hate that I won
Bitch did me a favor And I put that there shit on my son
So tell me what bitch can you put on your daughter
Go ahead confess these are lies that you taught her
I guess you don't care if you lead her to slaughter
As long as she keeps all the things that you bought her
Oh no Ho get you a lawyer
This fuckin lawsuit it's gonna destroy you
I only ignored you just like a court order
Your mental disorder it makes you cross borders
Fucked on your boss when you worked at Walgreens
Fucked a blues legend while only in your teens
Saved your brother's dick thought I didn't see
Threesomes at 15 what the fuck do you mean
Fucked your auntie man yeah the one before Rassi
Heard you sell your body you and your whole damn posse
You can never say sorry Ain't no way you fuckin thought
Try namin one friend I ain't jumped off
What's your girl name With that stiff ass bob
Or how about the bitch that we met at your job
Ask your damn brother cause I almost got caught
Even had his baby mother tryna get on top
I had plenty women why you playin on my top
Just how many women Mmm a motherfuckin lot
Bitch name a time that you had your own spot
How many times did I have to call the damn cops
One two three four five
Bitch a motherfuckin lot
Mmm Mmm
She a lab she a lab she a lab
She a lab she a lab she a lab
Lying ass bitch tryna trick the damn cops
Lying ass bitch tryna trick the damn cops
Why why why why bitch won't you stop
Why why why did you fuck on my Pops
Let me hear you say musty ho
Let me hear you say musty ho
Now y'all smelled the bitch
But y'all never tell the bitch
Now for her friends
Do it make sense
She don't care what she say
Musty ass bitch
Woo
Written by: Freddy Martell Ware
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