cps - bbyafricka lyrics
[chorus]
really hope you ’bout that sh*t you say you ’bout
really hope you ain’t doin’ this for no f*ckin’ clout
know you really wanna put this p*ssy in your mouth
tryna do this internet sh*t, cut it out
’cause i remember all that sh*t you said there’s beef about
right now you know d*mn well there ain’t no talkin’ it out
i left that b*tch dead, i had to choke her out
and her kid can get hit too, watch out, i’ll pop his mouth
[verse 1]
doin’ all this weirdo sh*t, for what?
i don’t do no arguin’, just pull up
say you’s gon’ do what to who? that’s what’s up
make him eat my p*ssy then i dap him up
b*tch lighter than karma, she ain’t black enough
and tell that b*tch to pull up, i’m gon’ blast her up
how the f*ck you tell on me and we both criminals?
said you want me dead, you better be the one to do it
you keep on posted with that gun, you better be the one to shoot it
[chorus]
really hope you ’bout that sh*t you say you ’bout
really hope you ain’t doin’ this for no f*ckin’ clout
know you really wanna put this p*ssy in your mouth
tryna do this internet sh*t, cut it out
’cause i remember all that sh*t you said there’s beef about
right now you know d*mn well there ain’t no talkin’ it out
i left that b*tch dead, i had to choke her out
and her kid can get hit too, watch out, i’ll pop his mouth
[verse 2]
i k!ll that n*gga just to make sure he don’t cheat on me
i k!ll these b*tches so they know it no befriendin’ me
before i k!ll myself, i k!ll off all my opps
[?] i be wantin’ to stop your clock
you not gon’ be around me more than like a month
b*tches got cooties, b*tches got the [?]
the only thing that you could for me is spin (money)
the only thing that you could for me is die (die, die)
i had a life so hard now i can’t even cry
i feel like everybody tryna set me up
it’s gon’ take more than just one entity to slow me down
but it’s gon’ take like every god for me to stop
how could i love this b*tch, [?] my p*ssy ate
i told this b*tch she was to f*ck on it, i’m finna pay
he be f*ckin’ ’til my p*ssy pull the stop
more than freaky [?]
i don’t need rhymes, i need that nut to never stop
teach you how to get it, teach you how to flop
now i can make me happy even if i’m sad
it’s somethin’ ’bout me just be makin’ b*tches mad
[chorus]
r*r*really hope you ’bout that sh*t you say you ’bout
really hope you ain’t doin’ this for no f*ckin’ clout
know you really wanna put this p*ssy in your mouth
tryna do this internet sh*t, cut it out
’cause i remember all that sh*t you said there’s beef about
right now you know d*mn well there ain’t no talkin’ it out
i left that b*tch dead, i had to choke her out
and her kid can get hit too, watch out, i’ll pop his mouth
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