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lirik lagu i.f.y.b. – dutchthentic

pre chorus:

who rock the flyest clothes
and f*ck the baddest hoes

got b*tches lifting their shirts
showing titties at shows

who get litter than us
and got more b*tches than us

we slid down on all of y’all
and won’t no n*ggas with us

chorus:

aye dutch you see how we got on
and all them n*ggas started sneak dissing?

d*mn right von
cause all them n*ggas on some weak sh*t

let them n*ggas know
cause you know i like to beat sh*t

i know, but why he mad?
i know it ain’t over that freak b*tch
same b*tch we burned up
and sm*tted in the bathroom?

nutted in her eye
and mad that b*tch take hеr lash off?

she had that sloppy toppy
rodger copy
man she suckеd her ass off
his b*tch burnt out dutch
that’s really what he mad for

verse 1:

gone and take this l
with your m*m*m*m*mad ass

he typed in all caps
oh sh*t bro, he mad mad

skated on your b*tch
yea n*gga, did the dash dash

your b*tch mad garbage
throw the whole b*tch in the trash trash
p*ssy ass boy
throw the whole b*tch in a trash bag

aite von let him live
he called my phone
i’m on his mad ass

cause if you think i really want her
you god d*mn fool

but i be playing step daddy
while i’m wearing your shoes

i be eat up
all of junior fruit snacks too

but that new watch you got
bro that sh*t pretty cool

wassup mad n*gga
why you calling my phone

boy i swear i’m your ass
as soon as i come home

lower your mad ass voice
and lower your b*tch ass tone
and focus on not dropping the soap
b*tch n*gga

who the f*ck you think you scaring
who the f*ck you pose to be

n*gga you can take this l
cause your b*tch chose

i ain’t beefing with you n*gga
must forgot who i is

you don’t wanna be petty with me
cause i’ll f*ck your b*tch n*gga

pre chorus:

bad b*tch
never need a n*gga put your hands up

bad b*tch
you pay your own rent out your hands up

when i say bad b*tch
y’all say hands up

bad b*tch
hands up

i just don’t understand why
why these n*ggas
they be getting mad cause they locked up
and they b*tch wanna f*ck with me
like your son already calling me pops
like i don’t understand

chorus:

aye dutch you see how we got on
and all them n*ggas started sneak dissing?

d*mn right von
cause all them n*ggas on some weak sh*t

let them n*ggas know
cause you know i like to beat sh*t

i know, but why he mad?
i know it ain’t over that freak b*tch

same b*tch we burned up
and sm*tted in the bathroom?

nutted in her eye
and mad that b*tch take her lash off?

she had that sloppy toppy
rodger copy
man she sucked her ass off
his b*tch burnt out dutch
that’s really what he mad for

verse 2:

who said they gone rob me
know they can’t stop me

since i came in the sh*t
they knew i was a problem

i grind like i’m hungry
i grind like i’m starving

and since i dropped game time
b*tch i been popping

deal after deal
now these labels keep calling

tell em imma sign
but b*tch i keep stalling

i ain’t tryna be funny
but it is what it is

you don’t wanna be petty with me
cause i’ll f*ck your b*tch again n*gga

ha ha ha iiiiiiii with your mad ass

bad b*tch
hands up

- dutchthentic

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