Pregnant (T3) Lyrics

f***, cause you're a w****
Whassup? Really nuttin - much~!
Yo, what?
The f***, sup? Nuttin much
Yo, yo
What the f*** were you tryin to prove?
Tryin to disturb this n**** T3 groove see
I would prefer, all of y'all just to move
But every time I grip mics, you always in my face
I mean give me some s***e, but you don't, and you won't
Boy here's a pen pad, I'ma write down my number
for you, cause youse a f**
I mean you must have a want for me
Time you grip mics, first in line for open mic
You're, all on my c*** rock you need to just stop
You're, all on my c***, my c*** and in my rock
I mean stop the s***, you suckin my d***
You rappin with me? You rappin with X
The crew, I don't think not
You at the microphone like your panties was hot
Just like you was a young girl givin up t***
Yo homebwoi, you need to just stop
Matter of fact, get off my dillz jock
If I see you I'm gonna bust you in your knot
That's right
Uhh... uh-huh, yeah, sup
7-8, uhh
Tay what's that s*** I said
That s*** is fresh, d***!!
No s***, I had a little flow that was dope as hell