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14 girls - piercetheskies lyrics

[intro]
gonna hit him up, get a verse on
tu*tu*tu
too pretty, putting bitties into cardiac arrest
yeah, two, one
ayy, yuh
(you’re in the doghouse now)

[verse 1]
i’m too pretty, putting bitties into cardiac arrest
talkin’ ’bout a b*tch that don’t like me yet
talkin’ ’bout a ex, my sh*t on my press
and i mention she a vampire, biting on my neck
he sayin’ that his woman hadn’t caught me yet
stick to the story, never do a sidequest
“p*t*s”, got engraved in my flesh
always get even, put a four in his chest
“i ain’t ever had s*x,” says a bad lil’ b*tch
she in doggy*style, wanna shoot another fl!ck
molly; in a bliss, slip my d*ck up in her wrist
said i got hit, but you know it’s counterfeit
got no shame on my blood, i don’t clean when i came from the mud
yo’ b*tch struttin’, so i came in a rush, short range, got a hit when i buss

[chorus]
got fourteen girls, want fourteen more
can’t help sh*t, i’m a selfish wh0re
f*ck a [?], b*tch, i need torch
i’ma turn a bad b*tch to a connoisseur
she ask if i’m him, like, b*tch, of course
wonder if i’m the one, b*tch, i’m not sure
don’t ask me what the f*ck i swore
don’t blame me for the girl i adore
[post*chorus]
ayy, uh, four weeks, stay s*xy
i’ma hit a fountain, might use it to replay
tip on tongue, and i ate p*ssy, retap*tap [?]
she my lil’ boo, we gon’ love that b*tch, fiance
[?]
i’m just joshin’, boy, pockets gettin’ overweight
couple years, you gon’ see me on a runway

[verse 2]
ayy, sticky on d*ck, keep it tu*u*uked
[?]
smoke on who? got your mans in my blu*u*unt
yeah, i walk up in this b*tch, smell like sku*u*unk
[?] sh*t f*r*e*e
[?].com, baby
got the icky*vicky*sticky on squeeze
so you better not run up on me
i’ma get to the back like l!ckety*split
when they talk tough sh*t, i hear that jiminy crick’
i’ma get ‘em zipped up with a fl!ck of my wrist
[?] like six*two*six
watch that go over their heads, that’s that lilo & stitch
never change up, but that glock got a switch
he was flexin’ cheddar now his brain full of swiss
i’m my own father figure, ain’t that some sh*t?
you the type of p*ssy [?]
the two percent, i’ma [?] concentrate
ain’t bluffin’, never see me do a pump fake
don’t care my daddy left, i’m just [?]
[chorus]
got fourteen girls, want fourteen more
can’t help sh*t, i’m a selfish wh0re
f*ck a [?], b*tch, i need torch
i’ma turn a bad b*tch to a connoisseur
she ask if i’m him, like, b*tch, of course
wonder if i’m the one, b*tch, i’m not sure
don’t ask me what the f*ck i swore
don’t blame me for the girl i adore

[post*chorus]
ayy, uh, four weeks, stay s*xy
i’ma hit a fountain, might use it to replay
tip on tongue, and i ate p*ssy, retap*tap [?]
she my lil’ boo, we gon’ love that b*tch, fiance
[?]
i’m just joshin’, boy, pockets gettin’ overweight
couple years, you gon’ see me on a runway

[outro]
i’m too pretty, putting bitties into cardiac arrest
talkin’ ’bout a b*tch that don’t like me yet
talkin’ ’bout a ex, my sh*t on my press
and i mention she a vampire, biting on my neck
he sayin’ that his woman hadn’t caught me yet
stick to the story, never do a sidequest
“p*t*s”, got engraved in my flesh
always get even, put a four in his chest

- piercetheskies lyrics

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