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(feat. Agerman) [Verse 1: Keak Da Sneak] This goes out to all you hoes who ain't got no get back If you forget that, Wit my fist, I wouldn't hit that The lench crack, Ass and tits wasn't lookin lovely Everytime I see the bitch, She's lookin ugly She mugged me, Semi in belly, Lookin all stubby Drinkin bubbly, Lookin at her through car right, No she couldn't do nothin for me Bad bitches only, Cause I'm a star, Everybody know me Plus I can be pushy, Bitches be fightin over me But you though, You in the oooh, Ho You couldn't make me a sandwich, I wouldn't let you tear my shoe, Ho You just a ghetto bunny, Uh and bitch you hella funny Scuff a nigga dick, Get the gooey shit, But you ain't gettin no money Some bitches wonder why they lonely Cause if you ain't about no dough, I'ma be yo one and o and bitch you hella phony [Chorus x4: Keak Da Sneak/Agerman] From weedsacks to mo red bottles $150 case to buy me fits Nigga it's all on a biatch [Verse 2: Agerman] From here to the go, GQ to my rear view hidin a rolex off that hen and bond Get off the freeway, Bart get Daryl through that tunnel headed for echelon Letras de cancionesBefore I stepped in, Parking lot pimpin Wit $5 purse on the hand of my hand for thirst quenchin Haters beware, We attack like wild bears Ho stare at a player, Kickers like Nike Air The crowd up'll stare Security push me in the do', Cause I'm all in the dough, Popped in my collar like a snare Recognize the lil trick at the bar wit her square Swear she dope like she real, But she's fake like her hair While ya hatin movin ya mouth I'm makin moves wit my life Ya kissin her all in her mouth, I'm face fuckin ya wife! It's all on a bitch [Chorus x4] [Verse 3: Keak Da Sneak] I seen her in the club, Lookin all fitty Bring that cheddar here, Wit it tryin to get some nigga to hit it She need to quit it, Bitch you my bond, Why don't you go on and admit it? That bus full of drunk-ass nigga somebody gon get it That fast, Tell ya how much a nigga fiend for some ass She got no class, And around licks, She got a rash That's how many dicks her mouth don last The ho is fast, Now she 22, Doin the crew Niggaz call her ms. magoo Miss the goo, Cool cool aight cool, Cause she was a victim Straight come from it, Niggaz love ya sister Some niggaz go all out and let her Tryin to turn a ho into a housewife, Don't wanna quit em You spike biatch, It's wrong how you did em, did em Slipped up and called you another name Sympathy'll cripple ya game That's why it's all on a biatch, biatch [Agerman:] All on a motherfuckin bitch A.O.B. nigga [Chorus x4] [Outro: Agerman] Ha ha ha, Yeah baby, I'm talkin to you Don't look around like you don't know who I'm talkin to It's all on you, It's all on a bitch Oh, Oh is that right? You wanna get my hair cut? Oh, We can go right there on barren croff to jackie's I can get my shit cut for like $15 It's all ave, Oh oh, You wanna get me some Nike's Jordans on you? Jordans on you? We can go right there to foot locker And it's my day to hook me up Oh, That's right, I'm gon need a fit to go wit the shoes We can go to old navy, It's all ave Oh you know what? I'ma need a pager too And a Sprint PCS phone, Hook me up Oh, It's all ave? Alright, Cool Cool, We gon do this then baby You know, I always wanted someone like you Keep on bein the way you bein And we gon be together for a long long time It's all on a biatch From Letras Mania