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Mario!
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (ayy)
Weak ass, bitch (ayy)
Weak ass, bitch (ayy, yeah)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (huh)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
(I 'on't wanna hear no more shit talkin' out of none of you bitches)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
(For the rest of the motherfuckin' year)
(Now I addressed it, now let me see who gon' test me)
Yeah, ah
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, bitch (yeah)
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (hey, hey, hey)
Fuck you and your weak ass, weak ass friends (huh)
Don't nobody want your man, weak ass dick (ayy, uh)
You ain't 'bout that shit, bitch, so don't play with me, hoe (yeah)
If I run up in your shit, you'll swear I'm dead wrong (ayy, ayy, ayy)
All that internet shit, don't get fucked up by the posts (yeah, by the posts)
Tough in the comments, but in person you a joke (ayy, huh)
Promise this ain't what you want
Run through your shit like a comb
All that rah-rah, talkin' loud
Need to watch your fuckin' tone
Man, you finna piss me off (ayy, ayy)
If you 'bout it, bring 'em out (bring 'em out)
You ain't never gon' address me
Don't know who you talkin' 'bout (ayy, yeah)
I want all the smoke, come here
Don't run when you see me coming
Talkin' 'bout what you would do
And you ain't never really done it (ayy, yeah)
Hey, you scary and you know it
Watch your mouth before I hoe ya
Disrespectful, I'ma rub my pussy on ya nigga forehead
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (ayy)
Weak ass, bitch (ayy)
Weak ass, bitch (ayy, yeah)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (huh)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
(I 'on't wanna hear no more shit talkin' out of none of you bitches)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
(For the rest of the motherfuckin' year)
(Now I addressed it, now let me see who gon' test me)
Yeah, ah
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, bitch (yeah)
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (hey, hey, hey, yuh)
Fuck you and your weak ass, weak ass friends (huh, and your weak ass clique)
Don't nobody want your man, weak ass dick (ayy, uh)
Everything I say, I do that (ayy)
Bitch I'm 'bout it, but you knew that (ayy)
I 'on't need the crowd
Pull up one deep right wherever you at (ayy, ayy, yeah)
Bitches hate me 'cause I'm sexy
Buyin' shit that I was blessed with
I can't argue with no hoe about a nigga I be dissin'
You need to relax, sis
'Fore you get spanked like a bad kid
I do not know who is gassin' you up (ayy, ayy)
But I'll knock the key out your back, bitch (back, bitch)
I wanna see what you really about
I wanna to see if you really get down (yeah)
Know that you goofy the way that you talkin' (ayy, ayy)
But I wanna see if you really a clown
Talking shit about me, mhm
When you see me, ain't gon' do none
Got connections out in Texas
Make my niggas come and shoot some (ayy, ayy, bow-bow-bow)
Keep it cool but I'm dramatic (hey, hey)
Rub me wrong and get this static
Bitches stackin' like they 'bow
But if they see me, they gon' panic
Huh
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (ol' weak ass hoes)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch (huh)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (yeah)
Weak ass, bitch (yeah, yeah)
Weak ass, bitch (yeah, ayy)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (baow)
Weak ass, bitch (baow, baow)
Weak ass, bitch (ol' weak ass hoes)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (ayy, ah)
Weak ass, bitch (ah, ah)
Weak ass, bitch (yeah, uh)
Mario!