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Bitch tryna ruin our weekend She went off the deep end And fucked it up (Fucked him up too) Here's a song for my best friend Got his ass beat this weekend Tried to bob and weave But the bitch got reach In the red corner 6 foot 4 She got blonde hair Yeah, she's a real whore 3rd round knockout, cops out in the street And now she's going to jail And he's not paying her bail Bitch tryna ruin our weekend She went off the deep end And fucked it up (Fucked him up too) Now we sippin' on Twea cans With Lieutenant Jack Dan Livin' it up You gotta take some shots with the punches Momma ain't gonna pack all your lunches Doin' all we can Bitch tryna ruin our, ruin our weekend Pulled up in the squad car How was your night behind bars By the looks of it, girl you slept like shit How's your right hand from his jawline Saw your mugshot, it was online Grab your shit and just get out Of our fucking life 'cause Bitch tryna ruin our weekend She went off the deep end And fucked it up (Fucked him up too) Now we sippin' on Twea cans With Lieutenant Jack Dan Livin' it up You gotta take some shots with the punches Momma ain't gonna pack all your lunches Doin' all we can Bitch tryna ruin our, ruin our weekend Say it louder for the bitches in the back! Bitch tryna ruin our weekend She went off the deep end And fucked it up Now we sippin' on Twea cans With Lieutenant Jack Dan Livin' it up Gotta take some shots with the punches Momma ain't gonna pack all your lunches Doin' all we can Bitch tryna ruin our, ruin our weekend Bitch tryna ruin our weekend Bitch tryna ruin our weekend Bitch tryna ruin our weekend Bitch tryna ruin our weekend Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na Bye, bitch!
Writer(s): Brian Bunn, Andrew Sevener, Tyler Woodward, Tanner Holland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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