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fake ass bitches

goreshit
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Oh my god, look at her butt! Oh my god, look at her butt! Oh my god, look at her butt! Oh my god, look at her butt! Oh my god, look at her butt! Oh my god, look at her butt! Oh my god, look at her butt! Oh my god, look at her butt! This-this-this-this-this- By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and fuck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (My anaconda...) By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and fuck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (My anaconda don't!) I'm gonna love you Until you hate me And I'm gonna show you What's really crazy You should've known better Then to mess with me, heartache I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you Like a black widow, baby (It's just...) I'm gonna love you Until you hate me And I'm gonna show you What's really crazy You should've known better Then to mess with me, heartache I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you Gonna love you I'm gonna love you Until you hate me And I'm gonna show you What's really crazy You should've known better Then to mess with me, heartache I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you Gonna love you Punch line Queen, no boxer though Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though Tell a hater, "Yo don't you got cocks to blow?" Tell them Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho And they said I got 5 in a possible Don't go against Nicki, impossible I done came through with my wrist on Popsicle Man these hoes couldn't ball with a Tosticle, nigga Your lipstick stain Smells like a cheap hotel Di-di-di-diamond watches and a gold chain Can't make my frown turn around The boys always spending all their money on us The boys always spending all their money on love They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it Clone it, own it, Yeah yeah Dial it, Dial it paper chase it get that money Yeah yeah You get high and fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it to-to-to-to-t- You get high and fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it to-to-to-to-t- Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it Lose it, lose it, lose it, t-t-t-t- Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it Lose it, lose it, lose it, t-t-t-t- Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it Lose it, lose it, lose it, t-t-t-t- Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it Lose it, lose it, lose it, t-t-t-t- Lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it t-t-t-t- Lose it toni-t-t-t-