Miscarriage
Camel Toe Productions
GENRE [Producer tag: Yo Nimma]
[Verse 1: Ciggy]
Aye
Err
Blrrt
What?
Ughhh
Ahhh
Uh, he ain't want no pressure
Ugh, no
Keep the pistol on the dresser
Ugh
Give that boy a lecture
Na na na na
Hit him with the TEC
And leave him dead in the dresser
Ugh
Hid his body under the deck
Yeah, where my check?
I see the price on yo head
Got hollow tips loaded
Fuck whatcha said
Got the pistol under my bed
Ya bitches want the neck
Naw, uh
I ain't paying for that shit
You bitches fucking whack
I'mma hit the bitch
In the back of the Cadillac
Uh
He ain't want this shit
He ain't want no smoke
He gone fucking choke
When he see me in a Ghost
Pull up with the pistol
Inside my bag luggage
I'mma hit him
Cause you know
I got the baggish, thuggish
[Verse 2: whiteboy]
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
BITCH!
YEAH!
Yeah
We coming for your bank accounts
Yeah
Bitch we ain't spending no money on you
You spend it on me
Oooo
I don't wanna go to Gucci
To buy you something
Bitch, you better buy me something
Yeah
I don't wanna fight in Cheese Cake Factory
Can we fight in the ring?
Square up on your bitch
UFC, put the gloves on
I'll beat your shit
Yeah
Leave you bloody in the ring
And then afterwards
I'll give you a ring
Do you wanna marry meeeeeeeee?
I don't give a fuck
YOU SAID NO!
SHUT THE FUCK UP HOE!
I'LL SLIT YOUR FUCKING THROAT HOE!
[Verse 1: Ciggy]
Aye
Err
Blrrt
What?
Ughhh
Ahhh
Uh, he ain't want no pressure
Ugh, no
Keep the pistol on the dresser
Ugh
Give that boy a lecture
Na na na na
Hit him with the TEC
And leave him dead in the dresser
Ugh
Hid his body under the deck
Yeah, where my check?
I see the price on yo head
Got hollow tips loaded
Fuck whatcha said
Got the pistol under my bed
Ya bitches want the neck
Naw, uh
I ain't paying for that shit
You bitches fucking whack
I'mma hit the bitch
In the back of the Cadillac
Uh
He ain't want this shit
He ain't want no smoke
He gone fucking choke
When he see me in a Ghost
Pull up with the pistol
Inside my bag luggage
I'mma hit him
Cause you know
I got the baggish, thuggish
[Verse 2: whiteboy]
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
BITCH!
YEAH!
Yeah
We coming for your bank accounts
Yeah
Bitch we ain't spending no money on you
You spend it on me
Oooo
I don't wanna go to Gucci
To buy you something
Bitch, you better buy me something
Yeah
I don't wanna fight in Cheese Cake Factory
Can we fight in the ring?
Square up on your bitch
UFC, put the gloves on
I'll beat your shit
Yeah
Leave you bloody in the ring
And then afterwards
I'll give you a ring
Do you wanna marry meeeeeeeee?
I don't give a fuck
YOU SAID NO!
SHUT THE FUCK UP HOE!
I'LL SLIT YOUR FUCKING THROAT HOE!
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