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(feat. Tim Smooth, Hasheem, B.B. Gunn) [Tim Smooth] This hoe is small as a gnat off an elephant back I'm tellin' ya that, BITCH, and what's a pebble of crack? The fact stands as it is, we did, fuck a few times On and on, but the broad, start tryin' to make me do lines And I'm spooked, round them dopehead hoes May molest 'em, but can't lay next to, no red nose No old man was mentioned, but since you did, I know now That our squabble's over, partna, go check ya hoe now 'Fore I, take this as violatin' Cuz you makin' my ear hurt Puttin' in sheer work, behind this bitch you peel dirt That lil' skirt got'cha too hot, fahrenheit Done burned your brain cells boy, that bitch ain't no Karyn White! She ain't super, she super-stupid It's in her genes to jump out of her jeans, her Mom used to do it You is a fool for not knowin' she hoein' This hoe actually done seen more fuck scenes than Janet Jacme Ask me how I know? I'ma show ya tape That I made on that bitch 'fore that pussy got chaffed Take the footage, the bitch and all her bastards Jump in yo booty, hop in the BMW and just ride the fuck out You could have her Letras de canciones[Chorus: B.B. Gunn] Nigga you could keep your bitch Cuz I don't want her, I don't want her This bitch ain't hittin' no shit So I don't need her, I don't need her [x2] [Hasheem] These bitches ain't no good, but these niggas a trip They goin' all out for these hoes, even though they ain't bout shit You think she's champ? Look at them knobby knees, she be wearin' Done spent up all your change on a frame of Donna Karan Starin' at them titties when she step on the scene Her smile is seen, but I know she bout that green, I got's to play to kick Flip her my number While you wonder who she smilin' at Lil' girl next day I'm bout a half a mile and yards of cat Phone calls everyday, while she say she lovin' me Fantasies of when she rubbin' me Dreams about when she suckin' me Boy, I might look good with my dick inside I bet she never gave you head, like she gave me in my ride Cutie Pie got them thighs and I be massagin' 'em up Me and my niggas in them guts, while you lovin' them sluts That bitch no good, but that pussy hoe good It feel so good, when I give her all this dick, send her home And I'm gone nigga [Chorus] [Threat] Now I was told a bitch ain't worth a dollar in dimes, by the figures players First nigga to holler while loungin' is probably haters Captain Savers they cater these hoes, follow the guidelines Blind, but on the low this hoe, followin' time It's spent, swallowin' nine inches of dick with no benefits Limit to game, these niggas don't know what they up against The beautiful change is meant to fuck with your jingles nigga The bitch in my stable, best believe I'm seein' ten-figures Stackin' gin, convential, niggas avoidin' the subject I'm lookin' to be broke off proper, and open this bitch to the public Fuck it, think nothin' of it These hoes get dick like Butkus Out the clutches best be my ducketts Hoe I'm causin' a ruckus Game is not to be touched, my spit is quick and legit The bitch ain't makin' no chips or lickin' no dick She ain't hittin' no shit, fa sho, she got'z to go Out tha door partna, take that hoe Man keep that bitch! [Chorus] From Letras Mania