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Yo Gotti - Toss That Bitch lyrics
feat. Boss Lady You went and bought that bitch Flossed that bitch But you lost that bitch Cuz we tossed that bitch Bought that bitch Flossed that bitch But you lost that bitch Cuz we tossed that bitch, what Hook: Toss that hoe Toss that bitch Repeat 3x I can't believe all y'all niggas out here buyin these hoes Need to imitate Gotti start lyin to these hoes Tossin these hoes Never ever flossin these hoes You know how it go Two thangs I ain't seen befo' (before) A UFO and a hoe that will not go Cuz after the show I'm tossin up 3 bitches or mo' (more) You know how I roll Wit the whole firm in this bitch The Embassy Suites We takin turns tossin a bitch Who I be? Yo Gotti Ain't scared of nobody Clique tight wit my people Totin' a desert eagle You roll through in a Regal Lookin like 'Leave It To Beaver' Talkin about some mo shit about yo senorita You know I'm fuckin nigga's hoes whenever I can Ain't gon hide it Gon provide it Bring this shit to the fan You see what I'm sayin'? They say that I'm a dog and all I'm up to no good They say I'm fuckin all the broads but really I'm not I just got my name too hot Tossed too many hoes wit niggas that talk a lot Hook I don't support these bitches I go to court on bitches Get a resrtainin' order so they can keep they distance Can't adapt to thes bitches Try not to slap these bitches Don't wanna hit these bitches I just want cap from these bitches I ain't got time for bitches Mind ain't made for bitches Askin God to keep Gotti away from these bitches These hoes stare too much These hoes care too much These hoes get in the mirror and comb they hair too much These hoes thin they slick These hoes'll fuck yo friend Break bad, make up, then do it again These hoes ain't got no feelin's Hoes prayin' for chillin's (children) By a young balla nigga that they think got millions These hoes eat too much These hoes sleep too much These hoes complain too much These hoes change too much I got this bitch at my crib All the bitch do is bitch This hoe is outta her mind She ain't got shit on shit First it was cool to kick it Now the hoe gettin evicted 'Get the fuck out my house, and take this burnt ass chicken!' I said ain't shit main Bout a bitch but her name I can promise you that I hate my hoes the same, what (Boss Lady) You love that nigga I love his cash I dun hit the boy stash He ain't even get no ass You love that nigga I love his cash I dun hit the boy stash He ain't even get no ass, what Break that trick Charge that bitch Repeat 3x I'm a priceless bitch I'm rockin ice and shit Breakin bad on niggas before it's time to hit Get they cheese then I vamp Leave these niggas stressed out And can't wait til they run up on me wit they chest stuck out 'You wanna fight or sumthin'? That's what I want you to do So I can call up Gotti 'nem to blast yo' crew' You think you tossin these hoes dawg, but really you not You niggas payin what you weighin' peelin off the knot You got a thug bitch fucked off deep in the game Gimme ten G's if you wanna toss me, mane Don't try to get no playa points off usin my name When you ain't tell em how you used the whipped cream on me, mane Now this bitch constantly talkin' bout her nigga the shit Now I dun asked this hoe a question: What you want for a brick? Now what you know abouy transportin' bricks for thugs? 'Shit.' I thought not cuz you fuck wit scrubs You wit that faithful shit That relationship I'm tryin' to break a trick Vacate wit all his chips If he got a woman then disregard that shit Cuz yo' main obstacle is to charge that trick (Boss Lady) Break that trick (Yo Gotti) Toss that bitch Repeat 3x Hook until end |
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