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nikisha moronica - you don’t want it (futf freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
no no no, you see…
it’s just that_ a lot of b_tches have been testing me all f_cking day you know… and i’m just out here like_ oh my god
these b_tches really think they want it with me today

[verse 1]
(unh) who want it? you don’t want it
dirty ass b_tches that do not want it
you might think you do, but trust, you don’t (nope)
cause i’m the kinda b_tch that’ll get you stoned (yep)
and not by weed, i’m talking bricks (oh?)
these words hit hard, f_ck stones & sticks
cyanide in your drink then i’m like “here b_tch”
ain’t f_cking with a hick on their hicktown sh_t (ew!)
like, y’all ghetto, ya t__th so yellow
the booty so stiff zero jiggle no jello

but
nice try, i see through you
imma put a b_tch in the icu
nic b_tch wanted smoke, that’s why she coughin
now her lips sealed like her daddy’s coffin oop_
oh my god, who said that?!?!
not sorry, no takebacks

your talent, where’s that at? (where?)

extra loud, with exclamation
sit the f_ck down, back to your station

[interlude]
real
i’m so sorry but half of you b_tches are wack as f_ck (true)
like what do you b_tches think you’re doing?
like, y’all not gagging the girls
and_ (y’all not) y’all not_ y’all not serving kunt, it’s like_
_laughing_ !
mhmm mhmm
okay okay okay

[verse 2]
b_tches better quit that chat (b_tch)
pull out the taser then i zip zap back (hoe)
i might f_ck your daddy with the split splat slap (unh)
and if he dead, tell ya momma get that strap (unh, unh, unh!)
i mean, tell ya momma she raised a b_tch
you should get a colonic, you’re full of sh_t
got a b_tch so nerv she’s sh_tting bricks
like “sir we need a clean up on aisle six” hold up

saw you out here whoring, while i’m worldwide touring
american airlines, in the sky i’m soaring
there’s a man in your bed, he’ll be out by morning
ain’t no side eye, i’m full on scorning
just letting you know: this is your last warning
i slayed this b_tch, now her family mourning (go!)
[refrain]
r.i.p
to the b_tch that wanted beef
i’m not sorry
you can suck this fat coochie

[verse 3]
heard a b_tch wanted war, so call me putin
dirty ass f_gs reeks of pollution
they hate me cause their dads abuse them
while i’m shooting up lines with susan
he said he’s bad, guess he meant in bed
“just got a mill” hope you mean a tread
cause b_tch, i mean look at your back

heard a real fat hoe say he’s the doll
you’re a blow_up at best, with shriveled b_lls
“it’s jada” no b_tch, that’s jamal
i don’t mean to spread hate, just facts, that’s all
a face like yours makes men impotent
line these hoes up like i find a quotient
yes i’m an icon, i’m the moment
and i’ll never take sh_t from a f_cking rodent

[chorus]
who want it? you don’t want it
dirty ass b_tches that do not wa_want
who want it? you don’t want
dirty ass b_tches that do not wa_want who want it? you don’t want it
dirty ass b_tches that do not wa_want
who want it? you don’t want
dirty ass b_tches that do not wa_wa_want it
[outro]
no cause these b_tches don’t have their f_cking priorities straight these days
like, why are you trying to run up on me, when you should be running on a treadmill b_tch…
and b_tch don’t f_cking touch me!
look at you b_tch, you look diseased hunni
i don’t wanna catch an extra chromosome from you boo boo
keep that sh_t to your f_cking self

don’t try me again b_tch

- nikisha moronica lyrics

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