Luyện nghe bài hát Domestic Violence Pt2

You ain't shhh, ya momma ain't
daddy ain't shit, your pussy ain't shhh
Bitch, you ain't shhh, your friends shh
Your ain't shhh, pocketbook ain't shhh

You talk that shhh but girl you ain't
Your ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh
You talkin' shit girl, your pussy shit
Your ain't shit, you whip ain't shhh

You see wizards out here, trynna floss like
I wear the pants dada, I'm the boss
I'm a survivor, I play the course
They got the little toy vibrators on there speed,

See I don't a man, don't need to see a man
But it seems to me ho, you be a man
You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Pan
Strap on the KY Jelly, you eat ya friend

I know the type, come and take a little pipe
Then run up and me cupcakes, say, "I didn't fuck you right"
Shit, call me now, that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards
'Cuz mushy gushy still goin' for sale on the

Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the porno
Givin' brain at the same, no bumper hit
Get them bent across seas, damn near done rapped the
And you qualify, my here's a nasty girl

You shit, yo mama ain't shit
Yo daddy shit, yo pussy ain't shit, bitch
You shit, your friends ain't shit
Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook shit

You ain't shit, yo daddy ain't
Yo mama ain't shit and yo ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, your friends shit
Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook shit, bitch

Hey Bobby, I know loot gobbler, hard knobber
peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter
Drawers up her ass wipe, you want
And what you need, and what you get is two things

Pulled over, Pea Street and put the bitch out in the
Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short bus
Gipp never been touched, left insane, drunk off of [unverified] lush
Hush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey
Tryin' to entice her, movin' to hit her but I'd forget her nigga

Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle
And goggle, goggle, slurp and she swallow, swallow
I met Caramel Sundae, her name was Betty Boo
She put her blood in her spaghetti stew
(Fuck no, no)

I knew her mama, her papa, plus her daughter
She her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water
And Sun Dew, the whole used to run threw
Her Power U, then just her wit the hair doo
Bitch, I pack a horse dick, you know my chain is frosted
One fuck from the apple and shorty lost it

'Cuz you shit, yo mama ain't shit
Yo daddy shit, yo cousins ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo whip ain't
Pocketbook ain't and yo friends ain't shit, bitch

You shit, yo folks ain't shit
Yo ain't shit, yo bumper car ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo boyfriend shit
Your last ain't shit, your whole family ain't shit, bitch

Fuckin' around, nigga Israel
Bobby Digital, Big Gipp A.K.A.
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