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I’m Just A Girl Lyrics - PLUTO , Enphamus
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<!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Intro: PLUTO]<br>Man<br>Y'all pussy-ass hoes ain’t talkin' 'bout nothin’<br>Yeah, let's ride (Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, bitch)<br>PLUTO, let's go</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Verse 1: PLUTO]<br>I'm just a girl, but I ain't no bitch (What?)<br>I make the plays, I send the hits (Let's go)<br>Fuck it, please don't make me nervous<br>One call to crew, they comin' quick<br>I’m just a girl, but I ain’t no ho<br>I'm rockin’ out, I want some more (Damn)<br>Fuck around, don't fuck around (Damn), got different shooters, we up the score<br>Bitch, I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can (What?)<br>Runnin' circles 'round these broke hoes, bet I make your ho my fan<br>Backdoor, she got backdoored, she not the onе<br>Make me nervous, you gеt smacked up (What?), bitch, this ain’t for fun (No)<br>And, bitch, I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can<br>On the scene, I got that shit on, gotta know I took her man (Bitch)<br>They call me PLUTO in the city, bitch (What?), yeah, I'm the one<br>Don't make me nervous, you get whacked up, bitch, this ain't for fun<br>I don't do no chit-chattin', no, we can't beef up on the 'net<br>The biggest PLUTO to you bitches, so you better come correct<br>Make me nervous, call my man, he gon' shoot up at your sister<br>Da-da-da, now he mad, I done laid y'all hoes to rest<br></p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Chorus: PLUTO]<br>And then I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can<br>Shakin' ass all in the section, doin' my dance, whim, wham<br>Yeah, I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can<br>Young lit, pretty bitch, turn up the city, I'm one of them (Nigga, I'm one of them)</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Verse 2: Enphamus]<br>I done popped shit way too hard, fucked around, forgot my tissue, bitch<br>I'ma press that issue, please don't drop no diss, go get your blick<br>Pop out with lil' twin, she on her Lulu shit, but I go Rick<br>Ho think I do voodoo, I make her delulu 'bout this shit<br>Serve you twenty-eight, I'm on my AP shit, look at my wrist<br>Shit, just peep my fit, come on, you know big boy be trim as shit<br>Everything be water like my bitch, look like I swim in piss<br>Boy done bit that bait, got caught right on the hook for tryna fish, pussy<br>Don't pat me down, I sold out the club, lil' bro gave me his blick<br>She want that lick, ho, then get lit, bring your friends and shit<br>I cop a cobra with some loud-mouth ratchet shit<br>I pop it when I want, you pop it when your taxes hit, nigga</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Chorus: PLUTO]<br>And then I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can<br>Shakin' ass all in the section, doin' my dance, whim, wham<br>Yeah, I pop it when I want, you bitches pop it when you can<br>Young lit, pretty bitch, turn up the city, I'm one of them (Nigga, I'm one of them)</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph -->
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