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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deemula
Deemula
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayoza
Ayoza
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My bitch thick, bad, sexy, damn
All of the above
We can bop, shoot, kill each other, ****
All of the above
I got sticks, mops, drakes, forties
All of the above, damn
All of the above
All of the above
My bitch thick, bad, sexy, damn
All of the above
We can bop, shoot, kill each other, ****
All of the above
I got sticks, mops, drakes, forties
All of the above, damn
Dee Mula, all of the above
All of the above
[Verse 2]
I ain't no average shit
Don't want no average bitch
Like my bitch arrogant
She ain't tryna hug no ****
She ain't tryna hang with you bitches
'Cause most of you hoes be messy
Thro-thro-throwing shade I ain't catchin' it
You say I'ma ho, come test me
Danny Glover, got weapons
Quick to teach a **** lesson
On his ass like we checkin'
[Verse 3]
I got heart no Kevin
My bitch thick as fuck, no ass shots
Sendin' threats to me
That's the shit that got yo mans shot
And I ain't gotta touch ya
And I ain't gotta shoot you
My lil' **** gone crash out
Blow your ass out
They shootin' shit that'll make you pass out
[Verse 4]
My lil' bitch so cute and sexy
She 'bout her money like KashDoll
She ain't worried 'bout none of y'all
And I'm up all night like I popped me a Adderall
Got the choppa cross my shoulder, like some overalls
Don't make me come up for y'all
These **** peewee, they been hatin' on me lately
(Why?) 'Cause I'm standing on top of y'all
[Verse 5]
My bitch thick, bad, sexy, damn
All of the above
We can bop, shoot, kill each other, ****
All of the above
I got sticks, mops, drakes, forties
All of the above, damn
All of the above
All of the above
My bitch thick, bad, sexy, damn
All of the above
We can bop, shoot, kill each other, ****
All of the above
I got sticks, mops, drakes, forties
All of the above, damn
All of the above
All of the above
[Verse 6]
My bitch gotta big ass booty
I'm hittin' her with big ol' moves
And I gotta big ass tool
I hope he don't think I'm no fool
She eat the dick like it's food
And I give lil' baby the blues
We can box and shoot it out
But you gone snitch like a mouse
Gon' run ya mouth 'cause you a rat
And you ain't really with that
[Verse 7]
I'm in her stomach like six packs
I'ma need bitches to buy three guns
I just got off 'bout three bonds
Ni-ni-**** run up, I'ma beat 'em
He gone think I had three arms
And I ain't got no time for these ****
I'm tryna get straight to the paper
I'm sippin' yellow like the Lakers
I'm ballin' hard like the Pacers
I cross ya over like I'm Tracy
[Verse 8]
Goin' hard like I'm ZBo
You save ya hoe like a hero
My name hold weight like a hippo
You can catch fire like a zippo
My lil' bitch so tall, I'm choppin' her on my tip toes
I got them drakes, them mops and shit
Might hit yo block and shit
I'm with the clean up crew
And they moppin' shit
No pimple, they poppin' shit
[Verse 9]
My bitch thick, bad, sexy, damn
All of the above
We can bop, shoot, kill each other, ****
All of the above
I got sticks, mops, drakes, forties
All of the above, damn
All of the above
All of the above
My bitch thick, bad, sexy, damn
All of the above
We can bop, shoot, kill each other, ****
All of the above
I got sticks, mops, drakes, forties
All of the above, damn
All of the above
All of the above
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