Legend Diaz - Watch a Pu$$y Nigga Burn (feat. FMV) [Remix] Lyrics

Have you been through the shit I've been through no you haven't
Looking at what's happening damn this shit tragic
Tryna call yourself a singer but you got no talent
I go away with murder, ya I call it magic
FUCK

Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye

Have you been through the shit I've been through no you haven't
Looking at what's happening damn this shit tragic
Tryna call yourself a singer but you got no talent
I go away with murder, ya I call it magic, aye
I see niggas with that bitch
I be dicking that clit
I don't care if I get rich
Tryna get the first bit
Acting up like a glitch
I'll throw you in the pit
Make a bitch voice pitch
Niggas don't wanna hit

Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye
Watch a pussy nigga burn, aye, aye

FMV
Now I'm counting all my bands
Yeah I'm f*cking up these trends
Why you bitches tryna hate
I heard yah got really lame
Yeah my money gonna rain
So these bitches go insane
I'm just never who to blame
Just don't get lost in the sauce
Yeah you niggas needa floss
Who are you to f*cking boss
I got the ice on wrist
20 niggas that's a diss
Where we never gonna miss
Riding around in a rari
Parking it up at a party
I be getting hella bread
Niggas hating but they sped
Benjis I'm up whit the ice
Saucing it up whit the spice, yah

That bitch always tryna f*ck
Got designer on me, I'm deluxe
She making sounds that go cluck
Because she gave me some suck
Ya I got my bloods
Because they always straight thugs
We don't give no f*cking hugs
But we got all the drugs
And I got my slimes
Pulling up at the right times
Throwing up the right signs
We don't have time for your dimes
Hoes tryna f*cking be dykes
You got three f*cking strikes
Pull up with the f*cking bikes
Kill you with the f*cking spikes