Gossip Folks Lyrics
| Song | Gossip Folks |
| Artist | Angel Haze |
| Album | Classick |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1] Like rhyme with my new bitch | |
| But I’m on my old shit | |
| Yeah I hold the power that I control shit | |
| Fucking bam wagon that them bitches jumping on it | |
| Bet I rap circles on them bitches like an orbit | |
| Bet I rap circles till they dizzy like a full twist | |
| Bet I kill bitches till they killing up the morbid | |
| Yea till I’m digging up their mortgage | |
| And throw their bodies down like a preacher in a ball pit | |
| Yeah I’m nasty dog maybe we can record it like Casio | |
| Maybe you can bite us like Dracula | |
| And put the head in when I fucking back it up | |
| Nah I’m brash as fuck getting wetter than a motherfucking aqua duck | |
| Getting wetter than a motherfucking bath of ducks | |
| Hand run it so you bitches can’t pass it up Like | |
| [Verse 2] What the fuck these bitches wanna know about me | |
| They ain’t one thing on earth I ain’t told about it | |
| A month ago I was a nobody now everybody wanna fucking know about me | |
| Bitch best respect my space stepping on your face like you detect my weight | |
| Bitch I’m the best I see blowing like the motherfucking next Ali | |
| Yo it’s the man down and I’m chilling with a motherfucking bad brown | |
| And another bad chick that sends home when her face painted on like Van Gogh | |
| Y’all motherfuckers know I’m nasty catch | |
| Whatever motherfuckers coming at me gimme Like motherfucker throw a cassie | |
| And I better send them bitches going home happy | |
| [Verse 3] Once upon a time in Detroit | |
| There’s was a little bitch born with a sweet voice | |
| Saying all she ever wanted was to sing a song | |
| And have a crowd full of people that sing along | |
| But nobody gave a fuck that this was all off the top like a game of tuck | |
| Duck, duck, duck, duck, goose | |
| Bitch my flow wild like it’s been cut loose | |
| And I’m running every lane like a wild hog | |
| And I still kill bitches when I stubborn | |
| Yo it wasn’t never really easy though | |
| But I never let them think that they could see me though | |
| "Cause I was alone at the bottom | |
| Kept getting played like Hilary Rhoda | |
| Now I’m on top and I’m coming for you losers | |
| Bitches said it couldn’t happen but I’m living fucking proof bitches | |
| So now all this laugh was a shine on | |
| Whip it out and wet the shit from my behind and | |
| Y’all niggers thought you wouldn’t see my grind on | |
| But I’ma do this every motherfucking time on you | |
| Yo I ain’t even break a sweat | |
| Making fucking heads spin till you break your neck | |
| I’m playing armadillo straight respect | |
| I’m putting heat till you bitches like fake bonnets | |
| Look, I’m up up and away | |
| Smacking any bitch who got something to say I don’t give a fuck bitch is nothing to me | |
| I wish a bitch would get tree stumped in her face | |
| Yo tree stumped in her face, | |
| wait tree stumped in her face I don’t give a fuck bitch is nothing to me | |
| I wish a bitch would get tree stumped in her face |
| Verse 1 Like rhyme with my new bitch | |
| But I' m on my old shit | |
| Yeah I hold the power that I control shit | |
| Fucking bam wagon that them bitches jumping on it | |
| Bet I rap circles on them bitches like an orbit | |
| Bet I rap circles till they dizzy like a full twist | |
| Bet I kill bitches till they killing up the morbid | |
| Yea till I' m digging up their mortgage | |
| And throw their bodies down like a preacher in a ball pit | |
| Yeah I' m nasty dog maybe we can record it like Casio | |
| Maybe you can bite us like Dracula | |
| And put the head in when I fucking back it up | |
| Nah I' m brash as fuck getting wetter than a motherfucking aqua duck | |
| Getting wetter than a motherfucking bath of ducks | |
| Hand run it so you bitches can' t pass it up Like | |
| Verse 2 What the fuck these bitches wanna know about me | |
| They ain' t one thing on earth I ain' t told about it | |
| A month ago I was a nobody now everybody wanna fucking know about me | |
| Bitch best respect my space stepping on your face like you detect my weight | |
| Bitch I' m the best I see blowing like the motherfucking next Ali | |
| Yo it' s the man down and I' m chilling with a motherfucking bad brown | |
| And another bad chick that sends home when her face painted on like Van Gogh | |
| Y' all motherfuckers know I' m nasty catch | |
| Whatever motherfuckers coming at me gimme Like motherfucker throw a cassie | |
| And I better send them bitches going home happy | |
| Verse 3 Once upon a time in Detroit | |
| There' s was a little bitch born with a sweet voice | |
| Saying all she ever wanted was to sing a song | |
| And have a crowd full of people that sing along | |
| But nobody gave a fuck that this was all off the top like a game of tuck | |
| Duck, duck, duck, duck, goose | |
| Bitch my flow wild like it' s been cut loose | |
| And I' m running every lane like a wild hog | |
| And I still kill bitches when I stubborn | |
| Yo it wasn' t never really easy though | |
| But I never let them think that they could see me though | |
| " Cause I was alone at the bottom | |
| Kept getting played like Hilary Rhoda | |
| Now I' m on top and I' m coming for you losers | |
| Bitches said it couldn' t happen but I' m living fucking proof bitches | |
| So now all this laugh was a shine on | |
| Whip it out and wet the shit from my behind and | |
| Y' all niggers thought you wouldn' t see my grind on | |
| But I' ma do this every motherfucking time on you | |
| Yo I ain' t even break a sweat | |
| Making fucking heads spin till you break your neck | |
| I' m playing armadillo straight respect | |
| I' m putting heat till you bitches like fake bonnets | |
| Look, I' m up up and away | |
| Smacking any bitch who got something to say I don' t give a fuck bitch is nothing to me | |
| I wish a bitch would get tree stumped in her face | |
| Yo tree stumped in her face, | |
| wait tree stumped in her face I don' t give a fuck bitch is nothing to me | |
| I wish a bitch would get tree stumped in her face |
| Verse 1 Like rhyme with my new bitch | |
| But I' m on my old shit | |
| Yeah I hold the power that I control shit | |
| Fucking bam wagon that them bitches jumping on it | |
| Bet I rap circles on them bitches like an orbit | |
| Bet I rap circles till they dizzy like a full twist | |
| Bet I kill bitches till they killing up the morbid | |
| Yea till I' m digging up their mortgage | |
| And throw their bodies down like a preacher in a ball pit | |
| Yeah I' m nasty dog maybe we can record it like Casio | |
| Maybe you can bite us like Dracula | |
| And put the head in when I fucking back it up | |
| Nah I' m brash as fuck getting wetter than a motherfucking aqua duck | |
| Getting wetter than a motherfucking bath of ducks | |
| Hand run it so you bitches can' t pass it up Like | |
| Verse 2 What the fuck these bitches wanna know about me | |
| They ain' t one thing on earth I ain' t told about it | |
| A month ago I was a nobody now everybody wanna fucking know about me | |
| Bitch best respect my space stepping on your face like you detect my weight | |
| Bitch I' m the best I see blowing like the motherfucking next Ali | |
| Yo it' s the man down and I' m chilling with a motherfucking bad brown | |
| And another bad chick that sends home when her face painted on like Van Gogh | |
| Y' all motherfuckers know I' m nasty catch | |
| Whatever motherfuckers coming at me gimme Like motherfucker throw a cassie | |
| And I better send them bitches going home happy | |
| Verse 3 Once upon a time in Detroit | |
| There' s was a little bitch born with a sweet voice | |
| Saying all she ever wanted was to sing a song | |
| And have a crowd full of people that sing along | |
| But nobody gave a fuck that this was all off the top like a game of tuck | |
| Duck, duck, duck, duck, goose | |
| Bitch my flow wild like it' s been cut loose | |
| And I' m running every lane like a wild hog | |
| And I still kill bitches when I stubborn | |
| Yo it wasn' t never really easy though | |
| But I never let them think that they could see me though | |
| " Cause I was alone at the bottom | |
| Kept getting played like Hilary Rhoda | |
| Now I' m on top and I' m coming for you losers | |
| Bitches said it couldn' t happen but I' m living fucking proof bitches | |
| So now all this laugh was a shine on | |
| Whip it out and wet the shit from my behind and | |
| Y' all niggers thought you wouldn' t see my grind on | |
| But I' ma do this every motherfucking time on you | |
| Yo I ain' t even break a sweat | |
| Making fucking heads spin till you break your neck | |
| I' m playing armadillo straight respect | |
| I' m putting heat till you bitches like fake bonnets | |
| Look, I' m up up and away | |
| Smacking any bitch who got something to say I don' t give a fuck bitch is nothing to me | |
| I wish a bitch would get tree stumped in her face | |
| Yo tree stumped in her face, | |
| wait tree stumped in her face I don' t give a fuck bitch is nothing to me | |
| I wish a bitch would get tree stumped in her face |
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