know your a ho, I shoulda listened when my friends told me so, I thought This would last, but I realized that your just a piece a ass I know your game
cigar sip for Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts You won't believe how much ass I touch Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit
(feat. Pain In Da Ass) [Pain In Da Ass] You're all a bunch of fucking assholes You know why? Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be Fabolous
with a cigar scent for Cause I just dumped her like dutch master guts You won't believe how much ass I touch Who else struts past the sluts In a chain
it or get 187 im trying to tell ya (1x) Get Out the mirror little mamma cause you look good enough already degrated your image cause your hood slut walkin
know I mean, yo-yo-yo-yo baby Give me some tequila girl, you know I mean [Hook - 4x] You just a hoe, I ain't a hoe [Daz] You just a hoe slut bitch,
will never be in my position How you gon fight, when you got malnutrition So when I stomp your ass, and when I front your ass And when I punch your ass
] Get it, get it girl, it's your world, I'm a squirrel, (squirrel) Searching for a nut, so more than scissors I cut, (cut) You can be a slut (slut), hoochie
the leg down He..is..here Don't be scurred now Got it made now Just pray to God I don't get you [Verse 1 - Chingy] Back slap that ass Clap that ass
all No need for hide-and-seek, so drop them draws And raise that ass so I'll splak it all! So bend your ass over, I'll get it from the back Dick ya ass
come up I be ready when they run up, huh Ill be a nut to put my gun up, huh I never trust these hoes at all, fucking with them tramp ass sluts who suppose
game but yous a money hungry woman and you need to change. In tha locker room all the homies do is laugh. High five's cuz anotha nigga played your ass
it's all about you but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh [2Pac] You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light but how I got my ass caught
knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh It
? I, I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get
consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin' Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass
pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass You'll neck'll
