Bitch I got a attitude I'm always in a mood
F*ck you if I'm being rude can't tell me what to do
Bitches never have a clue until they see the proof
Hit you with the f*cking tool and let the hammer loose
Bitch I have no manners f*ck yo code and f*ck your standards
Jumping all bystanders run yo shit and hold yo hands ups
You done pissed me off now you finna take a loss
Yeah My fist gon break yo jaw all that talk was all for naught
F*cking up the Scene chasing nothing but that green
Still stacking plenty cream yeah bitch by any means
Tell these haters Suck a dick man I bet I'd F*ck your bitch
Stay on my Destructive shit lame ass hoes can't f*ck with this
F*ck you wack Producers let em taste this f*cking Ruger
F*ck beefing on Computers I'mma run up with some shooters
Don't want to hear no bitching its your fault you lame musician
You gon see the Mortician and yo limbs might end up missing
Bitch I got a attitude I'm always in a mood
F*ck you if I'm being rude can't tell me what to do
Bitches never have a clue until they see the proof
Hit em with the f*cking tool and let the hammer loose
Wesley Rocco - Attitude Lyrics
Wesley Rocco - Attitude Lyrics
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Bitch I got a attitude I'm always in a mood
F*ck you if I'm being rude can't tell me what to do
Bitches never have a clue until they see the proof
Hit you with the f*cking tool and let the hammer loose
Bitch I have no manners f*ck yo code and f*ck your standards
Jumping all bystanders run yo shit and hold yo hands ups
You done pissed me off now you finna take a loss
Yeah My fist gon break yo jaw all that talk was all for naught
F*cking up the Scene chasing nothing but that green
Still stacking plenty cream yeah bitch by any means
Tell these haters Suck a dick man I bet I'd F*ck your bitch
Stay on my Destructive shit lame ass hoes can't f*ck with this
F*ck you wack Producers let em taste this f*cking Ruger
F*ck beefing on Computers I'mma run up with some shooters
Don't want to hear no bitching its your fault you lame musician
You gon see the Mortician and yo limbs might end up missing
Bitch I got a attitude I'm always in a mood
F*ck you if I'm being rude can't tell me what to do
Bitches never have a clue until they see the proof
Hit em with the f*cking tool and let the hammer loose
F*ck you if I'm being rude can't tell me what to do
Bitches never have a clue until they see the proof
Hit you with the f*cking tool and let the hammer loose
Bitch I have no manners f*ck yo code and f*ck your standards
Jumping all bystanders run yo shit and hold yo hands ups
You done pissed me off now you finna take a loss
Yeah My fist gon break yo jaw all that talk was all for naught
F*cking up the Scene chasing nothing but that green
Still stacking plenty cream yeah bitch by any means
Tell these haters Suck a dick man I bet I'd F*ck your bitch
Stay on my Destructive shit lame ass hoes can't f*ck with this
F*ck you wack Producers let em taste this f*cking Ruger
F*ck beefing on Computers I'mma run up with some shooters
Don't want to hear no bitching its your fault you lame musician
You gon see the Mortician and yo limbs might end up missing
Bitch I got a attitude I'm always in a mood
F*ck you if I'm being rude can't tell me what to do
Bitches never have a clue until they see the proof
Hit em with the f*cking tool and let the hammer loose
Writer: Donald Mckinney
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