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conversations.value: Write me a song called Pussy Ass Bitch (Freestyle) with the following description: Migos enlist Young Thug for a freestyle to Thug’s collaboration with Ferrari Ferrell, “Pussy Ass Bitch”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Young Thug]
  Pull up and wet up the city don't care about no feelings
  I shoot at your children
  Pull up and kill 'em don't care bout no feelings
  I pop out and shoot at the city
  I'm cooking big birds and chickens
  I pull up with tons and tons of them midgets
  I'm going far as the stars, are you afraid of heights?
  The sky is my limit
  You're bittersweet like a lemon
  Hey I'ma move you up to Beverly but not the Center
  Hey Young Thug gon' bite that fish just like its tenders
  The way I'm geek'd up don't know one of my members
  Hannah Montana
  , banging in red bandana
  10 thousand dollars toe ring right inside of my sandals
  My bitch understand us, she ride with the nana
  She don't give no fuck 'bout no cameras (Bling bitch!)
  She got her a lawyer not goin' to the slammer
  Plus she did trial in a Phantom (Rich bitch!)
  Imma pull up leave it running, I walk in the club
  Don't play I snuck the gun in
  My bitch think she dreaming cause I grabbed the Tommy
  She thought that I grabbed on my stomach
   
  (tummy!)
  Cook so much dope it startin to look just like comic
  It could make a young kid vomit
  Catch a dumb ho, hook her up to phonics
  I'm slick and ironic [Verse 2: Quavo]
  I'm taking your bitch out to Beverly Hills
  And I didn't give her nothing but a molly pill
  I'm the Fresh Prince and I live on a mansion, young nigga my daddy not Phil
  Me and Young Thugga we drank muddy trouble
  My pockets inflating like I blew a bubble
  When the mixtape dropping Migo?
  Young nigga just wait on it! You acting like undercover (12!)
  In the kitchen and I'm whipping the pot
  And it's getting thick on me like peanut butter ("Baw, glaw !")
  Short with the gwalla, I'm coming at you like the headhunter
  [Verse 3: Takeoff]
  Pull up on you and your people
  Me and my Migos illegal but that choppa legal
  Guiseppes Zanotti black and white, they zebras
  Set the bitch off like I'm Queen Latifah
  In Puerto Rico kicking it with Carlito
  He put me on Chico he gave me a kilo
  You fuck niggas taking my lingo
  Pull up on you get my shit back like I'm repo
  Thugger my brother we got different mothers
  We fucking these bitches you cuffin' her
  Bet you don't know she be sucking me while you've be kissing her!
  Offset fucked her, Quavo fucked her, but you fucking that bitch with no rubber
  These bitches be trippin', fucked all my brothers
  And expect for me to love her!
   (I could never love her) [Verse 4: Offset]
  Pull up and I got the Tommy aim it at yo' head I turn it to an omelette
  I'm connected like Vonage
   
  I run to the money I'm faster than Sonic
  You an informant I hang you like ornaments
  Got pics in my mansion Mozart did the portraits
  Got your bitch in the condo I'm all in her ovary
  'Sace my chest out like I am with Jodeci
  I'm a wizard with bricks, Harry Potter, do sorcery
  I'm at the top and no nigga is over me
  Run in yo' house like I'm Jeeper Creeper
  Pour a 4 in the 2 liter
  Christian Louboutin, walking on hyena
  Straight out the trenches I use an egg-beater I whip up a beamer
  Beat it like Tina, beat it like Jackson
  I beat the pot my knuckle got a damn fracture
  Add up the digits my nigga money on top of money, fractions
  My niggas they all about action, no camera
  Pull out the choppa, it hit yo' ass hard like the judge, with the hammer
  You niggas is monkey
  That's why the choppa got a Hundred-round hanging, banana
  These bitches be asking me questions like
  'Offset why the hell you walking on mammals?'
  Bitch because I am an animal
  Watching me like I'm a channel
  I got the white call it Pamela, Anderson
  White Lambo Jennifer Aniston
  Black diamonds, I call it African
  Offset fresher than a mannequin
  YRN plugged in with Rich Gang
  We got plenty money, diamond chains [Verse 5: Young Thug]
  I drank a 4 and now I'm leanin'
  She drank her a 4 and now we leanin'
  I didn't even cry homie
  How I feel when I lean...
  How many, how many, how many, goin with me
  How many Ms, I got circles
   ain't no Mickey Ds
  Migos got a birdie of it
  Throw away the cutlass get a Panoramic
  Hey, Mama gotta mansion now she perfect
  Spared my last mill but it turned out to be worth it
  She just wanna do it for the Vine
  She just wanna do it cause she know that she a dime
  If you ain't got no rollie she do not waste her time
  I don't want your weed boy you're smoking on pines, nigga