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Alt Slauson - Tina Lyrics

[Intro and Hook: Alt Slauson]
The sound of pills rattle in my bag (Uh)
I'm-a sell this shit to some liberal hags
That think they need some diet meth to pass
Their weak ass biology for non-science majors class

With no ass

Bitch ain't got no ass yeah
And she fucking know it (No)
Bitch ain't got no ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But she don't really show it (Whoa)
I'm like

[Chorus: Alt Slauson & blickytwodicks]
Tina where your ass, Tina where your fucking ass
Tina where your ass, Tina where your fucking ass I said
Tina where your ass, Tina where your fucking ass
Damn Tina, where your fucking ass?

[Post-Chorus: Alt Slauson]
Tina where your ass when I'm sitting in class
I'm staring at the board for once so thanks for that (Uh-huh)
I might get A's for once and actually pass (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
All cuz Tina ain't got no ass
[Verse 1: Alt Slauson]
Yеah, she a homie hopper
Yеah, she always got the Shein problem
Why you always keep your liquor bottles on your cupboards
Decor for the poor (Huh)
Her ass is flat but at first I didn't notice (Notice)
I was distracted by her flagrant psychosis (Whoa)
Hanging splatter paintings, three line poems
Reading tarot cards but still an Applebee's hostess (Whoa)
Holding up her window with books she's never read (Whoa)
She don't laugh at jokes, she's just literally dead (Ha ha ha)
When she hangs with friends she pets the dog instead
What the fuck's a rising sign girl I'm tryna get head (Suck it)
I try to say something, she's like Girl, Interrupted
I'm like okay damn, then she's saying "I'm disgusted"
"You just putting up with me so you can get your nut in"
I'm like, "Damn, busted"

[Pre-Chorus 2: blickytwodicks & Alt Slauson]
Say something really loud
Aaaah! (Yeah)
You know I'm not lying if what you heard is the truth (That's the truth right there)
I might force myself inside you can call me the Juice (He ain't do it)
Like a ninja with fruit (Yeah)
In the night it's so black (Uh-huh)
Yeah I'm looking for her ass but all I really see is back
Yeah that bitch is really flat got my dick so flacid
It got me asking girl, where yo ass is?
Tina!
[Chorus: Alt Slauson & blickytwodicks]
Where your fucking ass?
Tina where your ass, Tina where your fucking ass?
Tina where your ass, Tina where your fucking ass?
Tina where your ass, Tina where your fucking ass?
Damn Tina, you ain't got no ass
Tina where your ass, Tina where your fucking ass?

[Verse 2: blickytwodicks]
Tina where yo ass I just really want to know (Know)
When I face a bitch's back I expect a fucking show (Show)
But she's lacking
Even heard her dad say damn what happened (Why?)
She'll never find a man, damn this is tragic (Why?)
Tina got less curves than a spam can package
She'll need some practice
It got me asking
Tina, have you ever thought about how little your figure matters in this world?
Ha ha ha ha!
Psych!

[Chorus: Alt Slauson & blickytwodicks]
Tina where your ass, Tina where your fucking ass?
Tina where your ass, Tina where your fucking ass?
Tina where your ass, Tina where your fucking ass? I said
Tina where your ass, Tina where your fucking ass?
[Verse 3: blickytwodicks]
I'm looking for your ass and I can't even see it
Got her stepping out a Prius yeah she's on her way to see us
We can be as mean as she is got her sweating saying, "Jesus"
Thinking bout her second fetus standing there where her feet is
Body shaped like puzzle pieces like a corner that's how she is
When she envy all Latinas they so round like tortillas
Pussy popping sopapillas, Tina missed me like a diva
Tina want me, send subpoena tried to trap me North Korea
But I'm gone
(envy all Lati- they so round)