Itty bitty piggy

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Itty bitty piggy [Verse:] Ayo I was on da plane with da Wayne You can call me Whitley I go to Hill man Listen, I'm da baddest in da school, da baddest in da game Xscuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane When you was in new york you was fuc*** da yankee I was fuc*** with bass, I was pitchin da frankie These bitches so cranky give dem a hanky But mami I'm cold give me me my blanky [Speakin:] Whoa Whoa ok ok whoa whoa holiday wait hold on hold on holiday! You can't give it to em dry like that. You gotta get that shit wet first ni*** like c'mon now! You gotta prep them for shit like that they can't just get that shit right off da top. like you gotta bring that shit back bring that shit the f*** back! [Verse:] Ayo I was on da plane with da Wayne You can call me Whitley I go to Hill man Listen, I'm da baddest in da school, da baddest in da game Xscuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane When you was in new york you was fuc*** da yankee I was fuc*** with bass, I was pitchin da frankie These bitches so cranky give dem a hanky But mami I'm cold give me me my blanky Flier than a kite, I get higher than rapunzel Keep the snow white I can buy it by the bundle Step ya cookies up for they crumble Don't be actin like the Cardinals and gon fumble... Cause I'm a Steeler Fresh up out the dealer All da dopeboys gon feel her Flow so sick I need a healer F*** is my mac concealer I be out in Queens in da back of 4 whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers I'm a big bill That's why I get more head than a pigtail [? ] I'm getting the muchies I think I'll have a rap bitch for my entree And they be thinkin they can spit spit shine my shoes You know I keep a bad bitch let me sign ya boobs I'm the only thing hoppin like a kangaroo I mean the only thing poppin like a? Listen, you should buy yo 16 cause I write it good The 808, woof woof, cause I write it good And bitches can't find they man cause I ride it good I'm the wolf, never thought I ride a riding hood [Chorus] And if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market Give that bitch a quarter and a car tell her park it I don't f*** with pigs like asalamaleka I put em in the field, I let oscar meyer bake em [x2]

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