She Dont Like Her Titties Lyrics

Song Details: She Dont Like Her Titties Lyrics. The song name is Never Dat! which is sung by KAY P.

She Dont Like Her Titties Lyrics

My drip Ludacris, I walk through, I’m like, “move” (Bth)
You see that boy coming, move the fk out my way Make room for the realest na in the room You a cartoon na, you a fking Looney Tune
I’m a gorilla in the zoo and you’se a fking baboon I’ma nut on yo bth face and make it look like Splatoon Pop me a bean and I’m off to the moon You can call me Kuzco how I get in my new groove She ain’t like her tties, fk it, get her new boobs We went to Miami just to meet Dr. Miami She told she want a nose job to look cute giving blow jobs And I know she hurting but I’m still gon’ fk her post-op
Pull off, I’m like, “Yeehaw!” because these horses don’t stop (Red Dead)
This sht foreign, it keep going, it keep going Look at my wrist, it keep snowing, it keep snowing, it keep snowing (Brrr) Man look at my kicks, these ain’t Converse they them high top Ricky Owens You can’t afford it, you can’t even buy them It’s no offense to you, but all my sht high-end
I don’t need a stylist, you ain’t got style
Run a check like a mile, I could buy a whole aisle (God damn)
Look at my drip (Look at me bth)
Baby you like that sht (I know) I take a sip, got lean, got sprite and sht
The drugs got me lit (it’s lit), damn I’m high as sht I can’t turn down, never dat, never dat, never dat I might fk around and fk your bth, just cause I knew I could In the crib, 100 acres this the wish a na woods Don’t run up here lil na, you gon’ get stopped at the gate
You want to rob me but that choppa make him hit the harlem shake
I’m like okay, got hoes in bay, I got hoes in LA
Yo hoe want to stay, we gon’ film a tape
I’m fking that b
th, I don’t give her a break Tony the Tiger, cause I’m feeling great Bust down the bezel, look like Frosted Flakes Killing these nas, I’m beating the case
Shiva aainate, nobody safe
I cannot trust you, I know you a snake
What you got on, I know that it’s fake
Fendi the hoodie and Louis the waist
Gucci my bag, how much you pay?
You don’t look good in it, it’s just a waste
I ain’t have sht, bth I came from the mud But I got gifts from the Heavens above Ice on me sick, like I got the suds Try and run up, hold the pump, Elmer Fudd Oh sht, the beat went off?

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