Tell me about these fake ass bitches
Look here little nigga
Most of these niggaz be bitches too
but youll never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this shit like this
Its like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches
What the fuck you think a trick is nigga
Nigga done stick and wet his dick
and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH!
Im here to school you to the rules of the game, itll cost ya
Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her
Its like a motherfuckin priveledge
So dont give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she hesitate, nigga hang up, worrrd up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when youre ready to bone, and its on
A motherfucking mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches
(God, damn! You cant just hit them niggaz with that game
and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.
But we gonna kick this shit like this here)
I cant stand fake ass bitches
Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches
Time to show these bustas whos boss
Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"
I cant stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK
So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager
Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega
Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh
And I aint sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)
So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the motherfuckin hoes at?
Punk niggaz cant fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, its like that, you motherfuckin bitches
Yeah, yeah thats my motto
She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz
So yall take that shit back to yall camp and uhh
you sleep on that there, its like
Oh you too nigga, dont think we aint talkin bout your punk ass
You old fake ass nigga
Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a motherfuckin grape
Aint this a motherfuckin bitch
I can see right through your flower ass
Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya
Its gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo
but we gonna do this shit
Yall take this shit and you play this shit for every single
fake ass bitch out there
And theres plenty of em
You probably got one sittin next to you right now
Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to
Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four
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