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Tyfontaine – Wtf Is We On Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Niggas is pussy, I do not say “Hello” (Bitch)
Ha-ha-ha
Niggas is pussy, I do not say “Hello” (What you talkin’ ’bout?)
Niggas is sweet, boy just like jello
[Chorus]
Niggas is pussy, I do not say “Hello”
Sweet in that salad, that boy just like jello
He talkin’ down, I cannot keep it mellow
Really got shooters that’ll spray you like Mello
You ain’t want that, when you talk ’bout my OG
We are not friends, do not tell ’em you know me
Chop off your head, hold it like trophy
You asked for a dollar, was that shit your homie? (Bitch)
[Verse]
Lil’ baby boy don’t want no smoke
Shut right up, we called his daddy
Talkin’ that shit but we know where you lay
Swear we’ll drop your addy’
You keep on droppin’ them little beans
I swear we’ll call your mammy
No, no, no, he ain’t get popped
But his label gave him the drop
Hey little boy, you better stop
Don’t say my name, don’t want the fame
I just want the [?], you gave yours to the drug dealer
Savin’ little for hoes in the car you ain’t drove
We dragged you out the crib
‘Cause you was draggin’ your toes
Swear to God, I tried to help him
Now he actin’ like a ho
No, I can’t worry ’bout a itty-bitty nigga
No, I’m not with the typin’, stay on Twitter
I need my mind on the time [?] cash flow
Worry ’bout my motherfuckin’ figures (Let’s go)
[Chorus]
Niggas is pussy, I do not say “Hello”
Sweet in that salad, that boy just like jello
He talkin’ down, I cannot keep it mellow
Really got shooters that’ll spray you like Mello
You ain’t want that, when you talk ’bout my OG
We are not friends, do not tell ’em you know me
Chop off your head, hold it like trophy
You asked for a dollar, was that shit your homie? (Bitch)
