Hello Kitty lyrics

by

CeeFineAss


[Verse 1: 504icygrl]
24 inches big bag on my bundles
I ain't cheap hoe spent ya check on my frontal (cash b*tch)
Creeping wit w n*gga had to sneak him out the window
f*ck me from the back got me chewing up the pillow
He ate my booty hole dem I scammed for a bankroll (dummy)
Riding thru the City ain’t no hood that I can’t go
Skin pretty, hair long
He f*ck me off the perc long (please)
When I round my n*gga Iont neve gotta wear draws
Yeaaaaa

[Verse 2: 504icygrl]
Um.. Hellooooo
My pus*y pink like hello kitty
Got him bussing like a simi
Hoes be ducking when the see me I be bucking I ain’t friendly
Got thе choppa she so pretty Money flowing likе it’s windy
I eat lobster you eat Wendy’s Countin money stacking Benjis
Hoes be petty I get money Scamming n*ggas serving onions
I’d pop a b*tch and think it’s funny Serving n*ggas I ain’t fronting
Riding thru the city ain’t no hood that I can’t go
Westbank 9th ward Iont give a f*ck hoe
I’m popping everywhere so b*tches pop it when I say so
You ain’t getting money sucking di*k on the down low!!
[Verse 3: CeeFineAss]
Uh, look
Ima thick hood b*tch I gotta bag and a bank roll
Motha f*ck a ex over here we don’t claim those
I be getting money I ain’t worried bout you stank hoes
Dippin thru the city ain’t no hood that I can’t go
n*ggas do the most, y’all can’t even get my energy
I ain’t got no friends, every hoe with me is kin to me
Friends turn fake, now y’all clicking with my enemies
Y’all hoes Opps I ain’t f*ckin with that friendly beef
b*tch im official, just like a ref & a whistle
You hoes stay in ya feelings, somebody get get a tissue
Since I been getting this money they tell my I’m acting funny
Your n*gga f*ckin with cee, cause you ain’t f*ckin with me
Don’t make me cut up cause you know ima act a f*ckin fool
pus*y too wet, he swimming in my sh*t just like a pool
All that bucking but you ain’t bout to make a f*ckin move
I’ll click out, and put one of you b*tches on the news
And my n*gga, he chilling but don’t get that sh*t confused
If I tell him, he bound to air this sh*t out with them tools
Stop playing with me, she in her feelings cause her baby daddy laying with me
He give me money for my time he be paying for me
I send him home when I’m finished he ain’t staying with me
b*tch stop playing with Cee!
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