Lyrics Weirdo Bitch 3 - HitEmUpTy
(Candy
run
it
up)
(A
D
town
what's
the
word
gang?)
Ty
you're
stupid
I
hate
a
weird
ass
motherfucker
A
motherfucker
that
can't
even
own
up
To
they
own
motherfucking
actions
A
motherfucker
that
act
weird
when
there
the
fucking
problem
A
in
denial
ass
motherfucker
A
motherfucker
that's
simply
motherfucking
weird
Tell
that
bitch
to
stay
away
from
me,
I
found
out
her
ass
weird
All
that
scary
shit,
I
hate
that
shit
Man,
bitch,
come
face
your
fears
How
you
telling
me
you
love
me,
but
you
fucking
on
my
peers?
Then
gone
cry
about
it
once
you
do
it,
man,
bitch,
stop
them
tears
All
that
weird
shit
you
doing,
bitch,
you
know
that
you
ain't
shit
All
that
goofy
shit
you
doing,
half
that
shit
don't
make
no
sense
Talking
about
you
felt
neglected,
so
that
made
you
suck
his
dick
And
he
still
don't
fucking
like
you,
man,
I
bet
you
feel
like
shit
You
been
fucking
all
these
niggas
saying
you
feel
like
a
slut
You
ain't
even
bad
for
the
only
thing
appealing
is
your
butt
And
I
promised
I
wouldn't
say
nun,
so
I'll
keep
that
on
the
hush
Everytime
that
you
see
him,
though,
you
be
leaving
in
a
rush
I
don't
even
know
why
the
fuck
you
did
that
Little
bitch,
you
know
better
She
the
cuddle
after
sex
type,
knowing
he
won't
let
her
And
she
still
mad
about
it,
buddy
shit
had
to
be
stellar
But
you
claiming
that
you
gay
and
shit,
you
don't
even
act
like
Pamela
No
Bruce
smith,
I
got
that
sack,
man,
bitch,
I
feel
like
that,
man
Pop
out
in
all
black,
I'm
fresh
as
hell,
I
feel
like
Batman
Shawty
weird
and
evil,
damn,
this
bitch
so
grimy
Claiming
that
she
Harley,
she
don't
need
no
joker,
she
need
a
Ivy
Since
you
claiming
you
like
girls
and
shit
But
you
don't
even
know
for
real
Like,
how
the
fuck
you
don't
know
if
you
gay
or
not,
bitch
Do
you
like
pussy
or
dick,
like,
pick
one,
dafuq
Or
do
you
just
like
both
Like,
just
fucking
pick
That
shit
not
that
fucking
hard
Tell
that
bitch
to
stay
away
from
me,
I
found
out
that
hoe
weird
All
that
scary
shit,
I
hate
that
shit
Man,
bitch,
come
face
your
fears
How
you
telling
me
you
love
me,
but
you
fucking
on
my
peers
Then
you
crying
when
you
do
it
Man,
little
bitch,
man,
stop
them
tears
Like,
damn,
little
bitch,
you
corny
She
talking
about
she
horny
She
say
she
wanna
fuck,
but
not
on
me
why
you
inform
me?
Like,
damn,
this
bitch
a
weirdo
Ty
can't
fuck
with
weird
hoes
How
you
got
a
smart
mouth
and
you
sensitive
Wipe
them
tears,
hoe
Like,
bitch,
how
you
gon'
call
me
then
tell
me
you
wanna
fuck
Then
when
your
ass
get
here,
you
get
scared
when
you
pull
up
Like,
bitch,
I'm
not
gone
force
you
for
no
sex
Like,
what
I
look
like
being
weird?
While
we
leaving
you
say
I
should've
made
you
come
in
Man,
bitch,
you're
weird
In
them
messages
and
on
the
phone,
you
saying
what
you
gone
do
to
me
Do
you
wanna
fuck,
bitch
yes
or
no,
bitch,
you're
confusing
me
Damn,
bitch,
you
a
weirdo
I
don't
like
you,
you
misusing
me
Doing
all
that
weird
shit,
then
you
wonder
why
you
losing
me
Go
fuck
whoever
you
fucking
on
now
with
your
weird
ass
Matter
of
fact,
let
me
really
talk
to
y'all
on
this
shit
real
quick
Hold
on,
hold
on,
hold
on,
hold
on
At
first,
I
wasn't
even
sexualizing
this
girl
I
ain't
even
look
at
her
like
that
And
she
gon'
be
like,
oh,
you
don't
sexualize
me
I
don't
like
that
So
she
makes
it
her
goal
to
make
me
sexualize
her
And
once
I
start
doing
it,
she
wanna
say
Oh,
is
it
bad
that
you're
sexualizing
me
now
And
I
kinda
don't
like
it
Like,
mind
you,
she
brought
up
having
sex
and
all
that
shit
When
I
wasn't
even
on
that
shit,
right
And
then
she
gon'
say,
oh,
well,
that's
all
you
want
So
I
don't
wanna
give
it
to
you
Like,
you're
a
fucking
weirdo
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4 Let's Do It
5 Long Live Kell
6 Slide On Folks
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8 3 AM In Kennesaw
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10 Licks Back Back In Silence - Remastered
11 Lauren London
12 Old Hoes
13 Just Talkin' - Remastered
14 For Da Bro's
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18 Venting Out Loud
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20 Hannah Montana - Remix
21 Cletroit
22 Ben Dover
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