Artist/Band:
Yo Gotti
Lyrics for Song: After I Fuck Your Bitch
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Yo Gotti
[Chorus]
After I f*ck your b*tch
Then I'mma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass n*gga
You'll be f*ck up about it
I hope you don't start
No f*ckin' beef about it
Or I'll take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it
[Verse 1]
Now all y'all n*ggas know pimpin' ain't dead
And these hoes followin' us like simon said
I only trust me myself and I, you ask me why
Cause the first time I seen a man cry
Was because a b*tch
She broke his heart
She left him for dead
Though my h boom coon
Gast up the b*tch head
Every n*gga don't love you
He just tryin' to rich
And here the b*tch fail for the shit(so hear this)
These n*ggas got a couple birds
You know how that go
We snatch a rumor that we heard
We finna vamp out
We rush in and ran in the door
In the (?)
The b*tch start screamin'
I padded her on the ass
Job well done
We got what we wanted, it's to roll
I'm sittin' on a brick and half, nothin' but old
These n*ggas lookin stupid it's hard to swallow
Imagine a b*tch taking every dollar you done earn
[Chorus]
After I f*ck your b*tch
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass n*gga
You'll be f*ck up about it
I hope you don't start
No f*ckin' beef about it
Or I take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it
[Verse 2]
Now you the hardest n*gga in the hood
You talkin shit
But you weak than a motherf*cker
We it comes to that b*tch
You better watch before I knock her
And get cha hot
You suppose to be my n*gga
But you huggin' your glock
You wanna kill me, you wanna steal me
Over a b*tch, you wanna hurt me
You wanna curse me, put me on disc
You dislike, you fight me, you wanna strike me
Wanna catch me, and wear me like an old pair of nikes
It ain't over, I saw your hoe, ridin' in your rover
I was sober, I pulled her over, now I done stole her
My n*gga better watch your b*tch, cause she been creepin'
My n*gga me and your b*tch, we been like sleepin'
She been talkin' about your stash and I been hurtin'
I gotta tech-nine in the mat I'm about to serve ya
Run up on ya, and pull it on ya, and put it through ya
Just to let you know what your hoe will do to ya
[Chorus]
After I f*ck your b*tch
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass n*gga
You'll be f*ck up about it
I hope you don't start
No f*ckin' beef about it
Or I'll take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it
[Verse 3]
You better watch your b*tch, like you watch your mail
If you ain't train that b*tch then you goin' to jail
Or gone be dead gone (?) but runs they mouth
Love to fantasize about they man cars and house
You can give the b*tch the world
She still gone gice up that car
But you a nobody n*gga that sellin' rocks on the block
You better watch your b*tch cause I'm shinin' like diamonds
You bring her around me it's gone be a matter of time
For I f*ck your b*tch and let you know about it
If you a trick ass n*gga you'll be f*ck up about it
I hope you don't throw no f*ckin' fit about it
That's life and you really can't do shit about it
You wanna hi-side d*ck ride cause you think I'm on
You comin to me wrong tryin' to popcorn, b*tch gone
For I catch a f*ckin aggrivated, see you then violated
You told them folk that I was drug related
I gotta grudge with the judge she (?)
Domestic violence three years without parole
Watch your b*tch, and stop your b*tch, before your b*tch
Get your ass in a world of shit
[Chorus]
After I f*ck your b*tch
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick ass n*gga
You'll be f*ck up about it
I hope you don't start
No f*ckin' beef about it
Or I'll tale her name your name
And make a rap about it
(repeat 4x)
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