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• Artiste: Monaleo
• Titre: We On Dat (OG Mix)
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Y'all I It was a bitch ran up on with a mother fucking south side fade These bitches walking around with South Side, this ho ran up on me at Family Dollar, y'all The bitch hit me in my lip so fucking fast, I ain't even get to lick my shit I ain't even get to feel if it was swelling up or not The bitch, ah I'm like okay, I'm on that too, so we get to ah ah ah ah You know what I'm saying? We on that Yeah, bitch. We on that, you know you don't want that We lay bitches out, out, out in the street Yeah. Hoe, we like that, pussy hoe don't fight back We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend That you got your ass beat from here to dead end Yeah. Hoe, we like that, pussy hoe don't fight back Stomp down never been sweet, eet, eet Okay, I'm throwed I'm the one that got these bitches putting blush on they nose and wearing pink on they clothes They know I'm throwing the bows, French tip on the toes and it's bottom the rose I'm that bitch and it shows that I'm that Huh? That's a fact None of these bitch wanna get down and scratch I'm 'a mink, mink, mink me a bitch, no cat, on the Internet talking bitch, talk to the chat Because I'm Not picking up with you putting down Bitch, I heard the word around town Them hoes said you wasn't on shit Bitch, we laughed at you, you's a clown Why Hoes wanna pick with just me, maybe because I'm getting money and I am, pretty Bitch you got the wrong idea Pussy hoe, just wait and you'll see Yeah, bitch. We on that, you know you don't want that We lay bitches out, out, out in the street Yeah. Hoe, we like that, pussy hoe don't fight back We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend That you got your ass beat from here to dead end Yeah. Hoe, we like that, pussy hoe don't fight back Stomp down never been sweet, eet, eet I come off the shoulders when it's time to punch, trust me homie, this ain't what you want I'm Texas-made, never been a punk Wrong move, might leave you slump Better tuck your tail, need to watch your tone Gotta check yourself, or I'm 'a knock your dome Got one time, to come at me wrong and I'm gonna mop your ass here to acres homes I lay it down, like goose feathers, with a four piece feast, like it came from Frenchies Killed attention, please don't tempt me I pop your teeth, now you eating menchies Simply put, better keep it cool Turn around and take another rout If you ever, ever try to play me out Like kid Austin, I'm gonna lay you out For real Yeah, bitch. We on that, you know you don't want that We lay bitches out, out, out in the street Yeah. Hoe, we like that, pussy hoe don't fight back We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend, that you got your ass beat from here to dead end Yeah. Hoe, we like that, pussy hoe don't fight back Stomp down never been sweet, eet, eet I tell them, "Hey" I said, really, you hoes done? Because really them bitches sweet and I promise they are on the run These haters they love to sit back, they love to chit-chat Pull up on they ass, shut 'em down, get her lick back Bitches know she on that They don't want that Fuck around and lay you hoes down, that's a smooth fact Stomp down, south side, Leo, don't play If your ass can't fight this, then stay your ass out her way Say, man, I put this on my mama You don't want no drama, shut it down I'm the triple OG, you going to find out, if you fuck around I done whooped nigga that ran around with your granddaddy and your daddy too And when I put these hands up on your ass, they going to be mad at you My reputation solid, still trying to see what you about So when a YN get to trying, ain't no lying, we move them out I'm gonna step on toes and I'll crease your ones We can fight, we don't need no guns You going to eat them words ho, and keep your tongue Speaking around these streets on Bun