Pu$$y R@pp3r-Baby Tate Lyrics

“Pu$$y R@pp3r” 

Woah

Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah

What the fuck is this shit I see here?

Y’all niggas can’t be serious?

Haha, haha

Nigga just said these female bars so whack, ain’t you writin’ ’em?

Wonder why these hoes head be so gassed up, boy, ain’t you hypin’ ’em?

Why this shit so dead? Damn, you couldn’t put no life in ’em?

He a man writin’ ’bout a pussy, I knew he had a lil’ dyke in him

Wanna be like us so bad, huh?

We make you so mad, huh?

Yes, I rap ’bout pussy but I’m not a pussy rapper

Can’t no nigga scare me, all of them some actors

Yes, I rap ’bout pussy but I’m not a pu—

Okay

First of all

I ain’t even really tryna get too personal

But half these lil’ rap niggas can’t rap unless they got a Perk involved

They just jerkin’ off in a circle talkin’ ’bout female rap, who hurtin’ y’all?

You probably couldn’t pull a bitch, even if the bitch was a service dog

Lil’ whack nigga, how dare you?

Make a hit for yourself

Ain’t been hot since Mims’ “Hot”, Love & Hip-Hop ain’t help

And quick, with two seconds on the shot clock

Can you tell me why you talkin’ all of this shit when your biggest recent hit was “Thot Box”?

Silence

Yeah, I’m resortin’ to violence

We said, “Come get a taste of this pussy?”

And all they heard was, “Try us”

Now fly yourself across the globe, turn the radio on

I bet you can’t find a station that ain’t playin’ this song

Inspire woman and you write for these bitches, how unbecomin’

How spiteful is it to shit where you eat and act like it’s nothin’?

The girls runnin’ circles ’round niggas blindfolded

If you don’t see it, you ain’t got your eyes opened, bitch

Fuck is you talking ’bout? (Like, “Huh, what?”)

Like y’all really get on my fuckin’ nerves

Every five seconds, every five seconds (Shut up)

“It’s all the girls, all they rap about is pussy”

Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, cunt, cunt

You would rap about it too if you had one

Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, coochie, coo-coo

If your dick had all that power, you would rap about it too

But it don’t, pssh

Woin (Woin, woin, woin)

Stank dick niggas, go wash your balls, bitch

Haha, haha, haha

Oh, oh, oh, and before you go, hum

I just wanna let you all know, this is just rap

It’s just rap, right?

All bars, no beef, it’s just rap

Love you, mwah

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