Affirmations (Remix)
Flippa T
3:05Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav Flippa On me Hello Nigga, stop ringin' my motherfuckin' jack, beggin I ain't worried bout you or that hoe I ain't worried bout yo shit, his shit, her shit, they shit, fuck shit Bull shit, hoe shit, fake shit Fake bitches Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit Bitch, I'm gettin' money, too I ain't gotta take shit Hey Siri, (Uh-huh) find another bitch for em to play with (On it) Better call Zillow, find another hoe to stay with (Not me) Pressure, I ain't just another bitch to lay with Cause a deadbeat nigga, that's the shit I ain't okay with (Nah) You check up on your niggas, but won't check your kid's homework I swear niggas' priorities fucked up Nigga who come first (Hoe) Rooty-poot ass nigga, you sleep in a big t-shirt (Hoe) In the club, barefooted, talkin' bout yo feet hurt (Soft ass nigga) Who am I Top bitch What I do Pop shit On my shit won't stop, bitch I'll beat a bitch with a mop stick (Drag that ass) I can't see no opp, bitch (Nah) Y'all hoes can get dropkicked (Dropped) I'm the one you hoes ain't in my league Hoe im the top pick I ain't worried bout yo shit, his shit, her shit, they shit, fuck shit Bull shit, hoe shit, fake shit Fake bitches Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit Bitch, I'm gettin' money, too I ain't gotta take shit Look me in my face, (Hoe) I ain't got no worries, (Nah) Y'all hoes be wastin' time like goin' to get a McFlurry (Machine down) Hoes mad, her nigga shootin' shots Call the nigga, Steph Curry (30) Sippin' 42 James Worthy, dunkin' shit like Murray (Five) Wet pussy, fat ass, give a nigga whiplash (Broke neck ass) Let him eat the pussy, then I'm gone, call it dine and dash (Bye bye) All this heavy jewelry on my neck, I got a diamond rash Told em' get the fuck up out my section, I ain't tryin' to spaz I'm a ratchet hoe, so you best believe I'm throwin' ass I'm gettin' money, too, so you best believe I'm throwin' cash I don't fuck with you, and I think that's why you hurt so bad Just do what you gon' do before I get my bros to come bop your ass I ain't got no worries I ain't got no worries, bitch I ain't got no worries I ain't got no worries, hoe I ain't got no worries, baby This just how it go Cause one thing for certain, and two things for show I ain't worried bout yo shit, his shit, her shit, they shit Fuck shit, bullshit, hoe shit, fake shit Fake bitches Snakes out my grass, I gotta rake shit Bitch, I'm gettin' money, too I ain't gotta take shit Bad bitches like me ain't got shit to worry about The fuck You already know what the fuck goin' on Flippa, on me