Song Info: She Dont Like Her Titties Song name is Never Dat! sung by KAY P.
She Dont Like Her Titties Lyrics
[Verse]
My drip Ludacris, I walk through, I’m like, “move” (B^^ch)
You see that boy coming, move the f^^k out my way
Make room for the realest n^^ga in the room
You a cartoon n^^ga, you a f^^king Looney Tune
I’m a gorilla in the zoo and you’se a f^^king baboon
I’ma nut on yo b^^ch face and make it look like Splatoon
Pop me a bean and I’m off to the moon
You can call me Kuzco how I get in my new groove
She ain’t like her t^^ties, f^^k it, get her new b^^bs
We went to Miami just to meet Dr. Miami
She told she want a nose job to look cute giving blow jobs
And I know she hurting but I’m still gon’ f^^k her post-op
Pull off, I’m like, “Yeehaw!” because these horses don’t stop (Red Dead)
This s^^t foreign, it keep going, it keep going
Look at my wrist, it keep snowing, it keep snowing, it keep snowing (Brrr)
Man look at my kicks, these ain’t Converse they them high top Ricky Owens
You can’t afford it, you can’t even buy them
It’s no offense to you, but all my s^^t high-end
I don’t need a stylist, you ain’t got style
Run a check like a mile, I could buy a whole aisle (God d^^n)
Look at my drip (Look at me b^^ch)
Baby you like that s^^t (I know)
I take a sip, got lean, got sprite and s^^t
The drugs got me lit (it’s lit), d^^n I’m high as s^^t
I can’t turn down, never dat, never dat, never dat
I might f^^k around and f^^k your b^^ch, just cause I knew I could
In the crib, 100 acres this the wish a n^^ga woods
Don’t run up here lil n^^ga, you gon’ get stopped at the gate
You want to rob me but that choppa make him hit the harlem shake
I’m like okay, got hoes in bay, I got hoes in LA
Yo hoe want to stay, we gon’ film a tape
I’m f^^king that b^^ch, I don’t give her a break
Tony the Tiger, cause I’m feeling great
Bust down the bezel, look like Frosted Flakes
Killing these n^^gas, I’m beating the case
Shiva assassinate, nobody safe
I cannot trust you, I know you a snake
What you got on, I know that it’s fake
Fendi the hoodie and Louis the waist
Gucci my bag, how much you pay?
You don’t look good in it, it’s just a waste
I ain’t have s^^t, b^^ch I came from the mud
But I got gifts from the Heavens above
Ice on me sick, like I got the suds
Try and run up, hold the pump, Elmer Fudd
Oh s^^t, the beat went off?