I Put That On Your Kids And Your Baby Daddy Throat Lyrics. Main song words are B^tch, I put that on yo kids and yo baby daddy throat and you know he ate my cat and he ate it from the back.
I Put That On Your Kids And Your Baby Daddy Throat Lyrics
B^tch, I put that on yo kids
And yo baby daddy throat
And you know he ate my cat
And he ate it from the back
Then he took me to the mall
I made that ni^^a spend a stack
Full Lyrics
These b^tches toilet tissue soft
I’m the hardest out the A
And if you got pressure, b^tch
Drop your addy on the way
And I ain’t killin’ sh^t, b^tch
’cause b^tch know where I stay
All these hoes don’t like me
Give two f^cks ’bout what they say
And you hoes be suckin’ d^ck
So don’t put me in yo rap
How you talkin’ all that sh^t
But know you really cap?
I’m gone beat yo ass to sleep
And I’m gone take you off the map
And I heard she want my head–
Now here I go now, where you at?
On my life, you looks a mess
Why you chasin’ for the clout?
Let me call up on yo ni^^a
And rub my cat all on his mouth
I’m gon’ f^ck him in yo bed
And take his money when he dip
So don’t speak on me again
’cause on my life, you f^ckin’ tripped
On my life, you f^ckin’ wack
You can’t knock me for some sack
I see yo bed sit on the floor
I see that mattress in the back
Told that lil’ b^tch I’m the goat
And that hoe thought I was cap
Heard that b^tch ‘she from the O’
And, b^tch, I’m all over the map
Anybody wanna fight?
On my life, I want the smoke
B^tch, I put that on yo kids
And yo baby daddy throat
And you know he ate my cat
And he ate it from the back
Then he took me to the mall
I made that ni^^a spend a stack
Tell that hoe “don’t call my phone”
’cause that b^tch, she out of place
B^tch, he let me drive your car
He coming home, he on the way
On my life, you ni^^as green
And you know it “f^ck the law”
All you ni^^as got that sh^t
And I can’t f^ck you ni^^as raw
Tell that b^tch the better move
’cause you know I’m with the sh^t
Count money, turn me on
You hoes can have that petty d^ck
No, I had to write a song
No, I had to drop a diss
So you better leave me ‘lone
Before you end up in a ditch
Make yo folks say “R.I.P”
Heard you stay on D.I.P
And a hoe can talk her sh^t
But ain’t no hoe gon’ f^ck wit me
These b^tches toilet tissue soft
I’m the hardest out the A
And if you got pressure, b^tch
Drop your addy on the way
Cap ass hoe
You cap as f^ck talkin’ ’bout
You got 50 racks on our head
Cut that sh^t out, b^tch
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh^t, on God
You just talkin’ ’bout how you
Went to ATL and Orlando
b^tch, cut that sh^t out
Pull up, hoe. Pull up, pull up
We all want the smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, b^tch
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