After I f*ck Ya b*tch (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus]
After I f*ck your b*tch, then I'ma tell you 'bout it
If you a trick ass n*gga, you'll be f*cked up about it
I hope you don't try to start no f*cking beef about it
Or I think [?] name and make a rap about it
After I f*ck your b*tch, then I'ma tell you 'bout it
If you a trick ass n*gga, you'll be f*cked up about it
I hope you don't try to start no f*cking beef about it
Or I think [?] name and make a rap about it

[Verse 1]
Now all y'all n*ggas know, pimpin ain't dead
And these hoes [?] like Siman Said
I only trust me, myself and I, you you ask me why?
'Cause the first time I made a man cry, was because of a b*tch
She broke his heart, she left him for dead
[?] the b*tch head
Said this n*gga don't love you, he just tryna get rich
And here, the broad fell for this sh*t, so here it is
This n*gga got a couple birds, you know how that go
Least that the rumor that we heard, we [?]
We rushed in the man at the door, and the cash
The b*tch start screaming, [?]
[?] we got what we wanted, it's time to roll
I'm sitting on the [?] nothing but O's
This n*gga looking stupid, it's hard to swallow
And then the broad took his every dollar, you done turned
[Chorus]
After I f*ck your b*tch, then I'ma tell you 'bout it
If you a trick ass n*gga, you'll be f*cked up about it
I hope you don't try to start no f*cking beef about it
Or I think [?] name and make a rap about it
After I f*ck your b*tch, then I'ma tell you 'bout it
If you a trick ass n*gga, you'll be f*cked up about it
I hope you don't try to start no f*cking beef about it
Or I think [?] name and make a rap about it

[Verse 2]
Now you the hardest n*gga in the hood, they talking sh*t
You weaker than a motherf*cker, when it come to that b*tch
You better watch her, before I knock her and get you [?]
You posed to be my n*gga, but you upping your Glock
You wanna kill me, you wanna steal me
Over a b*tch, you wanna hurt me
You wanna [?] me
Put me on [?]
You dislike me, you wanna fight me
You wanna strike me
And catch me, and wear me like an old pare of Nikes
It ain't over, I saw your ho
Iding 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 sleeping
She was talking about your [?] and I've been hurting
Got [?] mad, I'm about to serve ya
Run up on ya, and put it on ya
And put it through ya
Just to let you know that your ho a [?] to ya
[Chorus]
After I f*ck your b*tch, then I'ma tell you 'bout it
If you a trick ass n*gga, you'll be f*cked up about it
I hope you don't try to start no f*cking beef about it
Or I think [?] name and make a rap about it
After I f*ck your b*tch, then I'ma tell you 'bout it
If you a trick ass n*gga, you'll be f*cked up about it
I hope you don't try to start no f*cking beef about it
Or I think [?] name and make a rap about it

[Verse 3]
Better watch that b*tch, like you watch your mail
You [?] that b*tch, then you going to jail
Or gon' be dead, [?]
[?] run they mouth, love to fantasise 'bout they man, cars and house
You can give that b*tch the world, they gon' give up they car
To a nobody n*gga that's selling rocks on the block
You better watch your b*tch, 'cause I'm shining like diamonds
You bring her around me, it's only a matter of timing

[Chorus]
After I f*ck your b*tch, then I'ma tell you 'bout it
If you a trick ass n*gga, you'll be f*cked up about it
I hope you don't try to start no f*cking beef about it
Or I think [?] name and make a rap about it
After I f*ck your b*tch, then I'ma tell you 'bout it
If you a trick ass n*gga, you'll be f*cked up about it
I hope you don't try to start no f*cking beef about it
Or I think [?] name and make a rap about it