f*ckin Witcha lyrics

[Verse 1:]
DJ [?]
You a pus*y n*gga why you spoke to me
Out there playing sh*t, don’t even jump with me
All that junk and sh*t can’t smoke with me
Who the f*ck is that n*gga supposed to be
Mad about a b*tch, she approaching me
With that bad pus*y and that throat weak
I get street running n*gga low key
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Wanna whole thing or a four piece
Paying cash for it n*gga no lease
Don’t tell n*ggas that you know me
Bust a n*gga out to police
DJ got jam out in four weeks
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[Chorus:]
Sucker n*gga I ain’t f*cking witcha
Boston n*gga I ain’t f*cking witcha
Snitch n*gga I ain’t f*cking witcha
b*tch n*gga I ain’t f*cking witcha
Mega hoes I ain’t f*cking witcha
Bro hoe I ain’t f*cking witcha
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Give money I ain’t f*cking witcha
Keep playing I’m a show n*gga
N*gga oh no n*gga
Talking like a hoe n*gga
I don’t worry about a old n*gga
Keep up old slow n*gga
Sit your ass down old n*gga
In the hood with the four wheeler
b*tch don’t need no n*gga
[Verse 2:]
Taking out his di*k round
Yeah Miley it’s your b*tch town
Man you know I hate the switch town
Ain’t a roll in the silver stud
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pus*y n*gga they hate me
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And you pus*y n*gga so cheap
That’s why you couldn’t buy a piece
On a good price, shot on me
You damn near got it free
My medicine bout don’t ever leave
Pull up n*gga find a seat
The rap n*gga say you wanna feek
pus*y n*gga ain’t got a beat
Walk around bring a 40 cal
f*ck around and be a blood bath
Bankroll capital A man
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[Chorus]