Pregnant (T3) lyrics

[Intro: T3]
f*ck, cause you're a whore
Whassup? Really nuttin - much!
Yo, what?
The f*ck, sup? Nuttin much

[Verse: T3]
Yo, yo, what the f*ck
Were you tryin to prove? Tryin' to disturb
This n*gga T3 groove, see? I would prefer
All of y'all just to move, but every time I grip mics
You always in my face, I mean give me some space
But you don't, and you won't, boy, and here's a pen for that
I'mma write down my number for you, it's true fact
I mean you must have a room for me, time you grip mics
The first to laugh at open mic, you're—all on my c*ck rock
You need to just stop, you're—oh, my god!
My c*ck and in my rock, I mean stop the sh*t
You suckin' my di*k, you rappin' with me?
You rappin with S., the crew? I don't think not
You at the microphone like your panties was hot
Just like you was a young girl, givin' up twat
Yo, homebwoy, you need to just stop
Matter of fact, get off my dillz jock
If I see you I'mma bust, shoot in your knot
That's right
[Outro]
Uh-huh, yeah, sup
7-8, uhh
Tay, what's that sh*t I said?
That sh*t is fresh, damn!
No sh*t, I had a little flow, that was dope as hell