Ya'll puttin z in tha system
Kuz you hate ya baby daddy
Kuz he got another lady
You always callin n-n-nagging
Even though he gives you money, and gives tha kids his time
But he gives you NO ?!
You dusty z make me sick!
You Ho around for money,
So you can go out on tha weekend,
Dress ya self up like a Diva,
But wtf were you thinkin?
You spent it all without carin'
You never thought about sharin'
And it's so sad to see
What ya got ya kids wearin'
(Shaking my head)
You sold ya EBT
Just to get a sew-in weave,
Tha koreans did ya nails!?
But ya baby daddy in jail..
And you think it's funny
Kuz he ain't got no money
But ya kids at home and they cryin..
You Trick!
YOU DUSTY Z MAKE ME SICK!
Goddess Bee
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You Dusty B!tchz Make Me Sick (vent)
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You Dusty B!tchz Make Me Sick (vent)Ya'll puttin z in tha system Kuz you hate ya baby daddy Kuz he got another lady You always callin n-n-nagging Even though he gives you money, and gives tha kids his time But he gives you NO ?! You dusty z make me sick! You Ho around for money, So you can go out on tha weekend, Dress ya self up like a Diva, But wtf were you thinkin? You spent it all without carin' You never thought about sharin' And it's so sad to see What ya got ya kids wearin' (Shaking my head) You sold ya EBT Just to get a sew-in weave, Tha koreans did ya nails!? But ya baby daddy in jail.. And you think it's funny Kuz he ain't got no money But ya kids at home and they cryin.. You Trick! YOU DUSTY Z MAKE ME SICK! |