Asian Doll - Southside lyrics

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Asian Doll - Southside lyrics

Real street b***h from the south side Any n***a test my gangster, n***a bound to die You ain’t talking ‘bout no money, don’t see eye to eye Sneak dissing on the net, you get no reply B***h you broke, and you mad, can’t get in to you Say you know me, I don’t know you, I’m no friend of you Freaky b**hes, s**ing d**k, the gang got introduced n***as wanna catch me slipping, b***h I’m bullet proof I’m a real b***h, I spit real s**t I sit back and let my n***as do that k** s**t Since ‘96, I’ve been a product of my hood b***h You can see it in my eyes, I ain’t gon’ snake s**t I got percs, I got xans, for the low low Momma broke, she was fiending for that co co Daddy told me, baby girl, you ain’t gon’ blow, ow Signed to Gucci, now I’m getting it, b***h I’m solo Hottest female artist, girl you look retarted Way these diamonds sitting up on my neck, it look like tardy I ain’t talking no apologies, these n***as sorry Put that beam right to your head, while I’m getting naughty Forty make you burn, it make your motherf**ing block hot Any b***h that want it, she gon’ get it, I’m the top notch Asian I’m the princess, wanna pop it on his .. Made him eat me like a skittle I got n***as, they some hittas Wanna taste me? Just a little Wanna taste me? Just a little Wanna taste me? Just a little Wanna taste me? Just a little Ayy, fifty bands, in my pants, fly like Peter Pan I told that n***a I’m not faking, I’m not with pretend My b***h she bad, she a stellar, she came from Japan When I pull up, need my money, ‘bout my dividends Ghetto b***h, she creo Now my n***a Nemo, with my draco, counting zeros Kids they think I’m hero Run up b***h, you stupid I got shooters and they shooting B***h you talking, I’ma lose it Off the earth, I’m f*****g zooted Real young street b***h, and I’m from the south side Cross my heart, and hope to die These n***as, they bound to die I’m not with the s**er s**t I’m not with the f*****g with Made it out, I’m born to be, my n***as split a hundred keys Real young street b***h, and I’m from the south side Cross my heart, and hope to die These n***as, they bound to dieee.

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