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lirik lagu i can’t stand – hussein fatal

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[intro: hussein fatal]
(yo dizza what up man?)
n*ggas be thinkin’ they sayin’ sumn’ (sh*t)
they little bit of ho’s
we done ran through
you know
it’s just a matter of time
aything in the dark come to light
y’all gotta know
listen

[verse 1: hussein fatal]
nah, you ain’t my dog, kitty*cat*ass*n*gga
no i don’t like you when you see me give*me dap*ass*n*gga
you don’t know? talkin’ sl!ck get you clapped fast n*gga
po’ n*gga out*the*backdo’*at*the*show*n*gga
i f*ck with dough n*ggas ready fo’ wo n*ggas
that’ll send po’ n*ggas lookin’ for old n*ggas
you don’t even know [?] you ain’t know dizza
was f*ckin’ with rap*a*lot and not stranded on the row n*gga
peaceful n*gga, you a weak flow n*gga
a park around the corner from the repo n*gga
sh*t was all good just a week ago n*gga
run n*gga, talkin’ and ain’t got a gun n*gga
i’m a hot t n*gga, drop three n*gga
at gun point, you one of those not me n*ggas
now you a court n*gga, come up short n*gga
a f*ck you fatal you ain’t even from north n*gga
might drop a pack n*ggas, i c*ck back n*ggas
like hussein what’s crackin’ where ‘pac at n*gga?
my blackout n*ggas, back out n*ggas
oh you trade one two piece and cr*p out n*gga
oh no dough, then have the mak out n*gga
my brrat n*gga, puttin’ like fifty in ya back n*gga
act quick n*gga, you get bl!cked n*gga
it’s rap*a*lot mafia now talk sl!ck n*gga
[chorus: hussein fatal]
i can’t stand n*ggas hate snake b*tches
so if i ain’t with my peeps i don’t take pictures
you ho’s is crazy and you dealin’ wit’ fake n*ggas
goin’ all out they way wantin’ to hate n*ggas

[verse 2: hussein fatal]
you’s a snake b*tch, come get me late b*tch
lucky to get mcdonalds, screamin’ get me steak b*tch
takin’ these dumb n*ggas on the ricky lake b*tch
strip b*tch, burnt out, you look sick b*tch
cramp my style b*tch, hampa gown b*tch
can’t iron ya clothes, but quick to champ ’em out b*tch
a ugly toe b*tch, f*ck after the show b*tch
hold up what time it is, i gotta go b*tch
you’s a easy b*tch, a sleazy b*tch
monsta lookin’ dirty kneed greasy b*tch
where my pretty b*tches? nice titty b*tches
send ’em to the smoke spot six foot fifty b*tches
my bank roll ho’s answer me first b*tches
visa and mastercard family first b*tches
my quick dro b*tches, spit fo’ b*tches
that stay at the clinic, and love the d*ck grow b*tches
i can’t stand b*tches you don’t know nan b*tches
oh yeah that’s my girl but i’m f*ckin’ her man b*tches
a send ’em on a trip and be sniffin’ a gram b*tches
disgusting b*tches, hatin’ who i’m f*ckin’ b*tches

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