Diet Coke Slutz Lyrics

Verse 1
Bitches be trippin cass we high and smoke bud
I'm sick of taking shit from all you Diet Coke Slutz
with your swing always changing like your temper
2 faced by Tuesday and they be taking all your splender
For they think sweet smillin, pleasant conversation
Till the homie drop the ball cass ain't none of them
where chasing
Wasting my time and they got me waiting months
And I quit skating cass I got bored of tricks and
stunts
It ain't to bad f*ck it now I'm rollin mad blunts
Clowing girls I had once and smoking like a hand gun
But was the effort, cass I never scored the labour
I mean that most my nuts get busted in some toilet
paper
And all these virgin impersonatin, angel first basing
on the first date until regurgitation
Don't play games bitch I'm callin it quits, ill make
you swallow your words just like you swallow the dick.

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I'm not talking about the Queen's but what? the bitches
Not the sisters but what? the bitches
Not the young ladies but what? the bitches, the
bitches, the bitches, the bitches(YOU BITCH!)X2

Verse 2
To all the ladies and respectable women in the room
Just hold your ears filled tight, don't listen this
ones not for you
No I'm talking about a whole different kind of genre
They won't let you hit the blunt they'd even talk about
your momma
But you wont talk for months if they hear you got ????
But, but the next night after 3 mic's (ouh) she's all
upon ya(hello)
The conversations nonsense at least I'm being honest If this relationship was worth 2 pennies I'd probably
pawn it
But you cant blame this brother cass baby, I had to try
you got me sweating, working, stressing on this phoney
bullshit alibi
No beginning, never ending, average life
No thank you I'd rather spank you and just f*ck for the
night
Yer it sucks but I'm right and while you still won't
admit it
How you flaunt that ass, I got the cash but wont let no
one in it
Just another gimmick wasting my minutes
You make me sick like goddam dude(yerrrp)what a bitch

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Verse 3
Now ladies don't get this shit twisted
You thinking your the victim even bitch about this
image
That you bought upon yourself, so shit's not all well
We be judging you be fronting all you minted all hell
Now I'm sitting while I'm splitting and ounce with D-
Strouts
I can tell my homie stressed out, no doubt what its
about
Where the lying, all the faking, all the blatant drug
taking
Not naming anybody cass f*ck it don't got to say it
You know who you be, now try take responsibility
Superficial disability, man y'all be killin me
Walk like your the shit even talk as if but y'all be
sucking that younger dick that's not that hip
You silly girl, getting quite bent of 2 beers
Then they getting with my friend and me both on New
Years
So I keep the leashes tight
You bring the weed ill bring a light
Turn the anger down girl it's what we all thinking
like.

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