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[Intro]
You got a friend in me
You got a friend in me
When the road looks rough ahead
And you miles and miles from your nice warm bed
You just remember what your old pal said
Oh you got a friend in me

Grrrr
Mixed Tre
Hahaha, Gutta sh*t
Mz. G

Uh-huh

[Verse 1: Mixed Tre]
Mm
Sack of potatos (Yeah)
Giving me Mable (Yeah)
b*tches be talking that sh*t but disabled (Yeah)
Built like a cradle (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Horse back b*tch, pan body b*tch
Having all your fans fight for you
b*tch you full of sh*t, sh*tty b*tch (Aw Jaybies)
Might be a tranny, I might just be milli
I'm treading in pus*y so chewy like candy
These b*tches be copying, following mommy
These b*tches be (Ugh) giving Cindy and Wendy built
Ass so fat when I walk round
Probably the n*ggas be shook so their head go tilt
pus*y on sale, worth mills
pus*y so fat, got big boys speeding down the hills
I'm a pretty hood b*tch from Chicago
Pretty young b*tch like Mulatto you'd think he won the latto
4, 5 shots of Moscato
Drunk ass n*gga, stole his money now I'm running like turbo
Now down goes the beast
b*tches be bumping them gums
When I tell you this boulder built b*tch just got slid off her feet

[Verse 2: Mz. G]
I don't really give a damn what a b*tch talking bout
I'll pull up, turn her down if she talking loud
All I gotta do is call Benny, he gon gun em down
I just left your b*tch house
Yeah we was running round
Please do not try it, I might get excited
You better be quiet, I'm moving in silence
I had to sleep her cause she was looking tired
You know I keep it, the strap be on the side of me
Dirty dirty Dallas where them n*ggas be wilding
I just left the house cause the b*tch was acting childish
You need a tune up, b*tch that pus*y got some mileage
Slapping hoes down, I don't like to be crowded

[Verse 3: Gutta K]
Big, big fat money long but them titties longer
I beat the b*tch up like the queen I showed her
I pulled up to the house, took a kick like Gordon
I swept her off her feet, hall sweeper, I warned her
Big b*tch muffin built. Why the f*ck she playing?
Cause all my n*ggas ride, all my n*ggas spraying
I'm skinny and you fat, what the f*ck is you saying?
I'm getting to this money while you tasting the pain
I heard you mad cause a little b*tch popping
Got it
f*cking on them kids, that's a problem
Stop it
Thought that sh*t was cute
But you known for wearing curtains as a top
That's what you call a broke b*tch, trending topic
Danny didn't want that sloppy toppy
Big gorilla b*tch, he ain't want you cause you sloppy
Now keep that sh*t cute b*tch and focus on Sunny
Before you eat the floor again and sleep just like a mummy
b*tch

Hahaha

Oh sh*t
Grrrrr
Gutta sh*t
Ay
f*ck with me

Ay, ay
Wait

[Verse 4: Gutta K]
I'm clearing you b*tches like job applications
I don't f*ck with b*tches, I lost dedication
I'm high as a b*tch and she mad that I made it
Your face is so ugly, it's bumpy and crated
Hoes is so mad I'm the talk of the town
Cause Gutta that b*tch and I'm taking your crown
If a b*tch speak I'mma lay a hoe down
And I'm out with your dude and he copped me a pound
Smoking on woods, can't f*ck with no swishers
I'm his new present, wrap me up for Christmas
My pus*y wet, busting nuts like a missle
I'm not trying to talk cause I'm too quick to hit ya
No we ain't cool cause you mad and you bitter
That OnlyFans sh*t got me weak in the liver
It ain't no beef cause that b*tch is too little
Why beat a b*tch face? f*ck a case, I slid her
I'm really disgusted, n*ggas be bluffing
You left the queen to go sleep with a muppet
You left the queen to go sleep with my puppet
You left the queen now you stuck looking ugly
Oh
Dog face ass hoe
I don't got a bag hoe
I be scamming n*ggas off of Tinder with my ass hoe
Always been a trash hoe
Stay up off my ass fore' I turn around and pop you in your sh*t with the brass bro
Yes I'm the younger b*tch
Yes I'm the stepper
Known to have my b*tch lay a hater with the Tesla
Known to have the strap in the back going reckless
I'll p*ss a b*tch off. Big mad, can't help it
You a mad b*tch (Duh)
I'm a bad b*tch (Duh)
Been had your n*gga in the past b*tch (Duh)
Ring ring, this a studious pus*y
This a grade A
I don't give a f*ck about a b*tch
I'm too paid

Give two f*cks
Now I'm through, I'm through, I'm through
I'm through, I'm through, I'm through
I'm done with this fat ass b*tch
I'm through

You're out of my weight class