Ghostwriter LA - That Part Lyrics

I like bitch with a Glock and a stash
I like a bitch who get rained on her ass
Who cut class
To blow you for cash
In the parking lot
That bitch you call trash
Who don't talk a lot
Who spit on the head
Swallow the load
Never f*ck in the bed
I need no doctor need no lawyer need no smart
I need a bitch with a thug in her heart

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Ain't gonna lie
She gonna slide
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Homies that died
She never cried
Filling the clips
Filling them high
Stacking the chips
Watching you ride
Flexing the sex
She sent a text
You didn't know
That you was next
She wrote the book
On running the street
She went to war
When there was peace
Silencers on
Blackened the blades
Kitty so good
Die for a taste
She got the racks
You got the change
She got the bands
You in the Glades

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