Ninja Warrior

Lyrics
[Intro] Warriors, come out to play Warriors, come out to play (Yeah, Baby, you did this one) Warriors (Yeah, Baby, you did this one) [Verse] Damn, bitch, I'm a ninja warrior Bad bitch, she from overseas— ah Bad bitch, she from overseas, she a foreigner Bad bitch, broke with no kids, she been— Bad bitch, broke with no kids, this bitch poor as fuck Bitch rolled 40, you ain't hit her, can't afford to fuck I been jiggin'— yeah I been thinkin' 'bout the AMG, you can't afford the truck One day, I'ma buy— ah One day, I'ma try to buy my hood, can I afford the buck? These niggas broke as hell, can't afford a buck You ain't got a dollar in your pocket— ah You ain't got a hundred in your pocket, bro, you poor as fuck Hundred thousand dollars ain't shit, I need more as fuck Bad bitch got some wack coochie, I be bored as fuck I'll beat your bitch doonies down, she be sore as fuck I'ma make the whole house shake, I make pictures fall, ayy Bitch used to hoop, drop my nuts in your mouth, I got bigger balls (Damn, oh, you talkin' 'bout like WNBA type shit, like she could've made it? Alright) Ayy, how the fuck I hit you and you know it— ah How the fuck I hit you? Bitch, you must be wide open, you got big walls You a bully, I'm a pitbull, I got bigger dogs I'ma put the dog on the dog, I be hittin' dogs Bad bitch ain't— ah Bad bitch, I ain't even know she was a fiend, she be hittin' dog Twenty thousand at Somerset, watch me hit the mall Baby, when I hit you on the floor, don't forget to crawl If I jump high off this flight, don't forget to fall If your coach put you in the game, don't forget to ball Damn How the fuck you run all the way to the touchdown and you forget the ball? How the fuck your ass duck? Ah How the fuck your dumbass catch a headshot, you forget to crawl? Damn, you should've hit the ground Bitch ain't know I was the Coochie Man, got— ah Bitch ain't know I was the Coochie Man, 'cause I forget to— ah Bitch ain't know I was the Coochie Man, I forget to smile (Damn, alright) I'll get to scorin' on your block, get to shootin', don't forget to fight (Ref, he touched me while I shot, man) That's an and-one Nigga tried to slide on the opps, it went— hah Nigga tried to slide on the opps with his man's gun I just took the silencer off my— ah Ayy, this a band drum Group of bad bitches shakin' ass, this a fan club Have you ever been to KOD? That's my mans club [Outro] Wait a couple of seconds after we move, then cut out the other way Why can't I stay with you? Just do what I tell ya, okay? C'mon, I can take care of myself I proved that
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- YN Jay