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YO GOTTI lyrics : "After I Fuck Your Bitch"

[Chorus]
After I $#&@ your (*##$
Then I'mma tell you bout it

If you a trick $$# ^!$$%
You'll be $#&@ up about it
I hope you don't start

No $#&@in' beef about it
Or I'll take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it


[Verse 1]
Now all y'all ^!$$%s know pimpin' ain't dead

And these hoes followin' us like simon said
I only trust me myself and I, you ask me why
Cause the first time I seen a man cry

Was because a (*##$
She broke his heart
She left him for dead

Though my h boom coon
Gast up the (*##$ head
Every ^!$$% don't love you

He just tryin' to rich
And here the (*##$ fail for the %#@!(so hear this)
These ^!$$%s got a couple birds

You know how that go
We snatch a rumor that we heard
We finna vamp out

We rush in and ran in the door
In the ?????
The (*##$ start screamin'

I padded her on the $$#
Job well done
We got what we wanted, it's to roll

I'm sittin' on a brick and half, nothin' but old
These ^!$$%s lookin stupid it's hard to swallow
Imagine a (*##$ taking every dollar you done earn


[Chorus]
After I $#&@ your (*##$

Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick $$# ^!$$%
You'll be $#&@ up about it

I hope you don't start
No $#&@in' beef about it
Or I take her name and yo name

And make a rap about it

[Verse 2]

Now you the hardest ^!$$% in the hood
You talkin %#@!
But you weak than a mother$#&@er

We it comes to that (*##$
You better watch before I knock her
And get cha hot

You suppose to be my ^!$$%
But you huggin' your glock
You wanna kill me, you wanna steal me

Over a (*##$, you wanna hurt me
You wanna curse me, put me on disc
You dislike, you fight me, you wanna strike me

Wanna catch me, and wear me like an old pair of nikes
It ain't over, I saw your hoe, ridin' in your rover
I was sober, I pulled her over, now I done stole her

My ^!$$% better watch your (*##$, cause she been creepin'
My ^!$$% me and your (*##$, we been like sleepin'
She been talkin' about your stash and I been hurtin'

I gotta tech-nine in the mat I'm about to serve ya
Run up on ya, and pull it on ya, and put it through ya
Just to let you know what your hoe will do to ya


[Chorus]
After I $#&@ your (*##$

Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick $$# ^!$$%
You'll be $#&@ up about it

I hope you don't start
No $#&@in' beef about it
Or I'll take her name and yo name
And make a rap about it


[Verse 3]
You better watch your (*##$, like you watch your mail
If you ain't train that (*##$ then you goin' to jail
Or gone be dead gone ????? but runs they mouth
Love to fantasize about they man cars and house

You can give the (*##$ the world
She still gone gice up that car
But you a nobody ^!$$% that sellin' rocks on the block
You better watch your (*##$ cause I'm shinin' like diamonds
You bring her around me it's gone be a matter of time

For I $#&@ your (*##$ and let you know about it
If you a trick $$# ^!$$% you'll be $#&@ up about it
I hope you don't throw no $#&@in' fit about it
That's life and you really can't do %#@! about it
You wanna hi-side dick ride cause you think I'm on

You comin to me wrong tryin' to popcorn, (*##$ gone
For I catch a $#&@in aggrivated, see you then violated
You told them folk that I was drug related
I gotta grudge with the judge she ??????
Domestic violence three years without parole
Watch your (*##$, and stop your (*##$, before your (*##$

Get your $$# in a world of %#@!

[Chorus]
After I $#&@ your (*##$
Then Imma tell you bout it
If you a trick $$# ^!$$%
You'll be $#&@ up about it

I hope you don't start
No $#&@in' beef about it
Or I'll tale her name your name
And make a rap about it
[x4]

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