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lirik lagu thot slayer – fiction fake

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(intro) *
yeah
i’m a thot slayer, yeah
i’ma slay a thot, yeah
i’ma slayer now
thot slayer now
yeah, yeah

(hook) *
who be at the door? my hoe knockin’
why these hoes ain’t leave me alone, b*tches keep talkin’
sometimes i be feelin’ alone, it got me nauseous
isn’t that you’re b*tch right there? oh well i’m blockin’
don’t ever talk to god but i need a prayer
i see a thot again then i turn into a slayer
you b*tches just mad ’cause i’m rich, these b*tches haters
i block all you out on my mom boy, i’m the greatest

(verse 1) *
b*tch, i’m the greatest that you ever had, [?]
don’t hate me for the hustle but she love me ’cause i don’t
yeah, i’ll always tote the choppa but the p*ssy, i won’t tote
had to look back at my messages, i forgot what i wrote
and she playin’ with my heart ‘less she really think i’m dummy
i cut all these b*tches off when they started actin’ funny
she keep on complaining ’cause all i do is count the money
she said she don’t like me but my d*ck down in her tummy
she kinda p*ssed off ’cause she know that i’m heartless
told her i don’t need a hoe, i’ll get the bag regardless
stab me in my heart, there’s no knife, it’s the sharpness
you can’t see the light baby, let me see the darkness
pop me a pill she said it’s harmless
she’ll come back again, i call it karma
i can’t associate with all the f*ckin’ drama
b*tch, i’m like a b*tterfly that’s comin’ out the larva, yeah
(hook) *
who be at the door? my hoe knockin’
why these hoes ain’t leave me alone, b*tches keep talkin’
sometimes i be feelin’ alone, it got me nauseous
isn’t that you’re b*tch right there? oh well i’m blockin’
don’t ever talk to god but i need a prayer
i see a thot again then i turn into a slayer
you b*tches just mad ’cause i’m rich, these b*tches haters
i block all you out on my mom boy, i’m the greatest

(verse 2) *
yeah, i f*ckin’ broke that b*tch’s heart
oh no, he didn’t
i don’t care ’bout the f*ckin’ world, you see me winnin’
i ain;t even mean to take your thot ’cause she be sinnin’
and she say that i’m her best friend, oh no she kiddin’
i just bought some new ice, look how my neck frosted
[?] thots plan, take a b*tch’s head off and she always tellin’ me, i’m just always extra
same b*tches too nice when i’m next up
b*tches keep on flockin’, call em’ kodak black
b*tches keep hittin’ me up but i don’t right em’ back
i’ma break that b*tch’s heart, i don’t care ’bout zodiac
they watchin’ my every move but they not gonna see me comin’ back
don’t try to take my sh*t b*tch, nah you can’t profit
kick that b*tch right out ’cause hoe, i got options
flex on a broke b*tch ’cause now that i’m rich
had to kick a b*tch out, now she at my door and she knockin’
(hook) *
who be at the door? my hoe knockin’
why these hoes ain’t leave me alone, b*tches keep talkin’
sometimes i be feelin’ alone, it got me nauseous
isn’t that you’re b*tch right there? oh well i’m blockin’
don’t ever talk to god but i need a prayer
i see a thot again then i turn into a slayer
you b*tches just mad ’cause i’m rich, these b*tches haters
i block all you out on my mom boy, i’m the greatest

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