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Good Ol' Britty Britt

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    We the trillest ass bitch in the motherfucking Midwest, period .

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  1. "Scorpio" Written By: Good Ol’ Britty Britt / Produced By: ThisIsWanksta Scorpio - Good Ol Britty Britt - ThisIsWanksta.wav Intro: What you know bout a Scorpio? Most manipulative Most sensitive Little vengeful Little violent Above all, the sexiest of all them fucking damn signs (in real motherfucking life) Chorus: What you know bout a Scorpio (ha) Bet I get down on all fours Bet I twerk til the sun come Bet you can’t take no more (uh) What you know bout a Scorpio (yasss) Ride the dick on my tippy toes What you said bout ya old lady You can’t see her no more Verse 1: What you know about that You must be off your Prozac The way this head game set up, best believe your man callin back (on gawd) Something that you better grasp Or he’ll be gone in a flash (ha) I thought a bitch who scared to take the dick said something, bitch you trash Keep on talking that shit I’ll put this pussy on his lip (right) You gone end up in a ditch You a raggedy ass bitch Acting scared to suck the dick You was going when you was 12 tho 16 and pregnant type shit, how you Mother Theresa tho (right) But I’m a Scorpio boo Wouldn’t wanna be you If you had a long ass dick betcha wanna fuck too (on gawd) Yo man said come thru We don’t care about you or Covid (coronavirus) But that nigga better have his mask and condom on, period (period) Bitches talking all that shit, but I ain’t hearing it (huh) Hoes coming at me with the glock, but I ain’t fearing it Nigga call me when your bitch is on her period (period) Nigga call me when your bitch is on her period (period pooh) Chorus: What you know bout a Scorpio Bet I get down on all fours Bet I twerk til the sun come Bet you can’t take no more (fuck me) What you know bout a Scorpio Ride the dick on my tippy toes What you said bout ya old lady You can’t see her no more Verse 2: You can’t see her no more (bitch) She gone get what she signed for (hoe) There she go banging on the door Crying all on the floor (pussy) Neighbors like what happened That’s my cousin, stop cappin Hoe nigga stop lying (right) Pussy nigga stop acting If I don’t get my nut can’t nobody be happy If it’s not my cheeks clappin bullets finna be clappin Girl you not about that action, bitch you soft as a napkin (Kleenex ass bitch) You can leave right now, I’ll call an uber or taxi Bitch I’m one to talk and yes you did hear it from me (bitch) Your mane told me that this shit right here this what he need (hoe) He say that pussy put him to sleep like that indica weed Dat pussy keep him coming back just like a dope fiend Yea I’m little hoe, but dat pussy Napoleon Dynamite (right) Ain’t nobody trapped me yet, so it’s hella tight, we not the same Like 98 degrees, give me just one night Like Kreayshawn said, nigga can I spend the night Chorus: What you know bout a Scorpio (ha) Bet I get down on all fours Bet I twerk til the sun come Bet you can’t take no more (uh) What you know bout a Scorpio Ride the dick on my tippy toes (yasss) What you said bout ya old lady You can’t see her no more (no more) Outro: All I gotta say is this my dick hoe Keep talking shit You gone get what you signed up for (in real motherfucking life) Good Ol’ Britty Britt Wanksta on the beat Scorpio Fuck with me Yasss
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  3. "10PM" Public Service Announcement Written By: Good Ol’ Britty Britt / Produced By: ThisIsWanksta Good Ol Britty Britt 10PM Prod by ThisIsWanksta.wav Intro: (Grace Jones news clip) “It’s 10PM, do you know where your children are?” All I gotta say is.. It's 10PM, do you know where your kids is? It's a PSA for the parents Wanksta on the beat Good Ol' Britty Britt on the flow Keep talking shit, you gone get what you signed up for In real motherfucking life, uh Verse 1: Step back, out my way, out my face Ain’t got no time to speak Cause you gone do some extreme shit End up on the floor knocked out, toothless Cause you was fucking with me But now it’s time Mumble rappers come a dime a dozen But y’all don’t got no punchlines Instead, all they know is Poppin’ pills, drankin’ lean, smokin’ cigs, doin’ them cocaine lines These same bitches always on my timeline Oh, she gone, what happened to the sunshine? Reminiscing bout them good days in 99’ Grandma like what happened to this child of mine (grandma) Hoe catch me outside If I don’t got that Glock, bitch I got the knife But the 45 the only way to stay alive And I always gotta hustle Fuck a 9 to 5 Underestimate my nuts That’s a fucking mistake Risk your life for that bag? Bitch I cannot relate Betcha when your nigga see me, he won’t hesitate Got that 2020 vision, hoes too fake I’m Good Ol’ Britty Britt I never gave a fuck and I never gave a shit Just in case you missed it, steady always dissin' Baby mama drama, can’t forget to mention Chorus: Bitch it’s 10PM, do you know where your kids is? Bitch it’s 10PM, do you know where your kids is? Bitch it’s 10PM, do you know where your kids is? We the trillest ass bitch in the motherfucking Midwest Bitch it’s 10PM, do you know where your kids is? Bitch it’s 10PM, do you know where your kids is? Bitch it’s 10PM, do you know where your kids is? We the trillest ass bitch in the motherfucking Midwest Verse 2: Look at me, now look at you, you couldn’t last a second in these Reebok shoes Funny how y’all be hating on my TikTok views But you trappin’ him for child support, I’m so confused Rather you than me, rather me than you I do what I wanna do You do what your mama choose Bitch it’s 10PM and your kids watching me, but this ain’t no Blue’s Clues Better watch the news… I make Grace Jones sound like Mike Jones But it’s Good Ol’ Britty Britt, here to take my throne Tell your mane leave me the fuck alone Don’t got no love for these niggas mane my heart gone Don’t get it fucked up, Good Ol’ Britt love the kids But y’all got these babies out here, they ain’t learning shit I knew at 13, ain’t no handouts But you 30 still sleeping on your mama couch This ain’t no Bhad Bhabie and no Woah Vicky Got the vibes like Kehlani with a flow like Nicki You can’t get like me, I be lit like Britney Hating on that marijuana, but you off that Whitney Spend your life, getting by with your stomach to the sky Worried bout the wrong shit, now your kids is getting high You can’t flex with no shit that you ain’t paid off Repo and CPS done came took your shit and ran off Chorus: Bitch it’s 10PM, do you know where your kids is? Bitch it’s 10PM, do you know where your kids is? Bitch it’s 10PM, do you know where your kids is? We the trillest ass bitch in the motherfucking Midwest Bitch it’s 10PM, do you know where your kids is? Bitch it’s 10PM, do you know where your kids is? Bitch it’s 10PM, do you know where your kids is? We the trillest ass bitch in the motherfucking Midwest period (outro) I’m not a mother, so bring all the drama You set an example for your kids and that’s from Michelle Obama Keep talking shit, you gone get what you signed for
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