CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Pop Triggaz

Like, I don't want y'all b*t*hes looking at me, like
I hate every single one of y'all, like
I'll smack the sh*t out of all y'all b*t*hes, like
When my b*t*hes is f**king [?] and they f**king like, they go to me, so
f**k all y'all b*t*hes, y'all could all eat a f**king d**k
c**t Mafia motherf**ker, uh, yeah

Just chilling with my b*t*hes, on top of the hill we stack riches
f**k out my face, I don't want your pitches
We the real b*t*hes, we pop triggaz
Just chilling with my b*t*hes, on top of the hill we stack riches
f**k out my face, I don't want your pitches
We thе real b*t*hes, we pop triggaz

So lеt me just teach ya, I am the preacher (Yeah)
Sucking n***a's at the desk, get my glasses out, I am the teacher (What)
Nice to meet ya, I'm sexy model facial features (Oh)
And if you try my patience, I'm gonna have to beat ya
Eat ya, all up like a slice of pizza (Yeah)
Doesn't get down, and sh*t you out bad diarrhea (Right)

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