I Love My Bitch - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: I Love My Bitch
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Will Adams, Keith Harris, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)

My lady never lets me down
That's why I never let her go
She always there to lift me up
When I fall down and hit the floor

My baby's so amazing
Let me sit back and count the ways
One, she the sh**
Two, she legit
Three, ?cause she could get it
I love my chick

I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
?Cause she could get it

I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
He bring me joy

I love my girl ?cause she knows the sh**, wait a minute!
Swagger kinda ill and she ain't scared of the stick
Got her own cake though she act kinda rude
Bet she know my money long, she spent her dough on the dude

Real life chicken wanna mess with a thug
Sippin' martini's quick, and wanna sex in the club
'Cause see that's my chick, that's my chick
That's my chick, ?cause she could get it

And she the type keep it all on the low
Never stress the kid when I'm surrounded with, yo
If you knew the thing that she be doing to me
In the club, in the crib, or when I'm pushing the v

See, shorty ash be all over the place
If you front, she probably put the ratchet all in your face for me
'Cause that's my chick, that's my chick
'Cause that my chick, ?cause she could get it

My lady never lets me down
That's why I never let her go
She always there to lift me up
When I fall down and hit the floor

My baby's so amazing
Let me sit back and count the ways
One, she the sh**
Two, she legit
Three, ?cause she could get it
I love my chick

I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
?Cause she could get it

I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
He bring me joy

You see my chick is a one of a kind
I know you wish your chick was a rider like mine
When you see my miss you know my shorty's a dime
When she dolo with her peoples, they be skipping the line

Listen, the type that reserve that ash for a fella
And if I had to skip town she's hold the stash for a fella
I'm saying, see that's my chick, that's my chick
That's my chick, ?cause she could get it

I know you buggin' on the way this sound
But you know I love the way my chick be holdin' it down
Extremely thorough by the way she reppin' it hard
Travel anywhere my shorty come touch on the guard

Bust it, mami always quick to do what she can
Even if she had to get up and just lie on the stand
I'm saying, ?cause that's my chick, that's my chick
That's my chick, ?cause she could get it

My lady never lets me down
That's why I never let her go
She always there to lift me up
When I fall down and hit the floor

My baby's so amazing
Let me sit back and count the ways
One, she the sh**
Two, she legit
Three, ?cause she could get it
I love my chick

I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
?Cause she could get it

I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
He bring me joy

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Kkk Bitch - Lyrics - Cop Killer - Body Count

Title: Kkk Bitch
Album: Cop Killer
Artist: Body Count
Composer(s): Ernie Cunningham, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
Aw yeah, what's up out there? BC's in the house
Right about now, I wanna tell you a little love story
You know what I'm sayin', this is a Body Count love story
Check out the lyrics, you know, I'm a tell you 'bout what happened
When we went down south last year on tour

Out on tour, yo, I been all around the world
Went to Georgia, met this fine-assed white girl
Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits and thighs
The kinda girl that would knock out most guys

She got wild in the backstage bathroom
Sucked my dick like a muthafuckin' vacuum
Said, "I love you, but my daddy don't play
He's the fuckin' grand wizard of the KKK"

(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though
(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though

(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad
(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad

You know what I'm sayin', so we was down south fallin' in love
You know D-Roc had this Nazi girl
My man, mooseman had a skinhead
I fell in love with Tipper Gore's two twelve year old nieces
It was wild, you know what I'm sayin', it got even worse, you know

So one night they took us to a meetin'
White sheets, white hoods, no room for seatin'
There was Skinheads, Nazi's and crazies
Talkin' 'bout black people pushin' up daisies

They hated Blacks, Jews, Puerto Ricans
Mexicans, Chinese, even the Indians
We had our hoods on, we were slick
She pushed her butt up hard against my dick

Then her daddy jumped on the stage
Talkin' 'bout killin' in a Goddamn rage
I got mad, my dick got hard
Entered in her ass, she said, "Oh my God"

(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though
(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, I love her when she sucks me though

(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad
(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad

So what we really tryin' to say is Body Count loves everybody
We love Mexican girls, Black girls, Oriental girls
It really don't matter, if you from Mars, and you got a pussy
We will fuck you, you know, that's all we're sayin', word

So every year when Body Count comes around
We throw orgy in every little Southern town
KKK's, Skinheads, and Nazi girls break their necks
To get to the party, it ain't like their men can't nut
Their dick's too little and they just can't fuck

So we get buck wild with the white freaks
We show them how to really work the white sheets
I know her daddy'll really be after me
When his grandson's named little Ice-T

(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though
(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, she love me when she sucks me though

(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad
(I, I, I)
Love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad

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On My Way - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: On My Way
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Kasseem Dean, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
Aiyyo Swizz check it out
I'm shoot over to Cali, you know what I'm sayin'?
Check this movie out
Then I'ma check honey out
Then I'ma fly back to N.Y, see what's goin' on in the projects
Then I'ma shoot down to Atlanta
See how it's goin' down in the dirty dirty
Then I'ma shoot over to New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

But I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
And do a movie but first I gotta read my script
After that I get it poppin' at the La Mentage
I'm gettin' skull in the Ferrari, bottom garage
Then it's back to N.Y. to my project bitch
She like to do it anywhere, a real hardhead bitch
And she enjoy riffin' when I'm gone
But love when I say I'll be there in a minute, listen for the horn

I'm down in Atlanta to see my bitch
She go to college, she model, and she got chips
Rock La Perla lingerie
Tattoo on her ass that say that this belong's to Ja'
Now I don't know, what you've been told
But kiss be blowin' they mind and spendin' they dough
And I'm goin' on a lil' trip, I'll be back
Anybody lookin' for me, just tell 'em that I'm

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

I'm on my way to New Orleans, for one whole month
To see my shorty in Magnolia, she got gold fronts
We don't kiss, matter fact I only hit that once
But she chill and she like to smoke big fat blunts
Then I'm swingin' through Detroit to see my boo
You think you got every color mink, she got two
And she just slapped a hundred on the toy
Honey was a gangstress for real, gettin' money off the board

Then I'm hittin' Chi-Town, soon as it die down
Lay up in my chick's house, break a couple pies down
Nobody can do this but 'Kiss, freeze
Music please
Ah, where was I? Oh yes
Off to the Valley so I gotta go West
My chick got the gold Benz and the gray Lex
I hit her with a shirt on 'cause she got fake breasts, c'mon

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

That I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
She talkin' shit on the celly like she that bitch
And this how you know it's definitely real
When you drop the CL-6, then you knock Stephanie Mills
When I get there, she gon' show me more than some brotherly love
Top piece 'til I come in her mug
I'm tryin' to leave and she givin' me Hell
Told her bend over, I'ma crack that ass like the Liberty Bell

Now I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
I oughta be there by breakfast if I leave by six
And ain't nuttin' stoppin Ja'
I'ma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then be on my way
Now I'm down in Miami to see my bitch
She got her own beauty salon, and she strip
I'm proud of the girl, backside's out of this world
The bitch perform, besides that, her lips was warm, c'mon

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

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My 64 - Lyrics - Mike Jones

Title: My 64
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Jermany V James, Michael A Jones, Bernard James Freeman, Salih Williams, O'Shea Jackson, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Eric E Wright

Lyric:
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
(Mike Jones!)
Jockin? a bitch, slappin? a hoe
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin? some hoops

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Mike Jones Jones Jones)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go

Well I'm cruisin? down the street in my candy painted low
Bouncin? like a [incomprehensible] in my 64's
I pull up wood grippin?, doors tippin?, sittin? low
I'm hittin? sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the floor

I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro
The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor
I said I'm leanin? on the curb, sippin? syrup, blowin? dro
I got the 64 hoppin?, watch it stop and do a show

First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it
First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it

First I lean, then I rock
(Mike Jones!)
First I lean, then I rock
I said, first I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a glock in it

Because I'm cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Bun B)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go

It's Bun B, I'm known for slammin? Cadillac doors
Comin? down on that candy with them swangers and them 4's
But I got love for the West Coast, all day
So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the land of the low-lows

Touch down in LAX and I don't need no car
Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar
In the hood I'm a star so to the hood I'ma go
With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know

That I get love from the B's, love from the C's
Mexican, Asian and Samoa OG's
Throw it up when they see me and holla, ?Hey Bun!?
When I'm comin? out in Soul Assassin Grey One

You might see me at Long Beach or maybe Pasadena
Inglewood, I.E. or West Covina
I?m Southside ridin? with the homie big Kun
Car hoppin?, top droppin? so give that kid room

When I'm cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Snoop Dogg)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go

An? big Snoop Dogg in a yellow Parisini
With two girlies in the back in they Crip blue bikinis
Shakin? and they jumpin? ?cause the deuce keep bouncin?
Tippin?, whippin?, the ass steady dippin?

Candy paint drippin? and these axel's what I?m sippin?
As I shake like a dice game, cold as the ice age
Mike Jones rockin? like a Rollin? Stone
An' Snoop Dogg boy I'm b-b-bad to the bone

Yeah them Cali boys, we love them low-lows
An? real car club members bang they low doors
And take photos, see everything is fine
I'm in the 64, a sixty-trey, a 59

I love my car like I love my wife
See low ridin? ain?t a sport it?s a way of life
On the real dough I'll tell you how it feel though
If you see me in the fo? creepin? slow yo

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
Jockin? a bitch, jockin' a bitch

Yeah man, let me explain somethin' to you one time, man
Low ridin' is not a sport, it's a way of life
It?s like buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me

You gotta put the fresh paint on it
You gotta put the mustard and mayonnaise
That?s the tires, you understand me
You gotta put the chrome on it
A little gold on it, you understand me
It?s gotta be a hundred spokes or better, ya dig?

An' you gotta drop the top
You gotta put the switches on the motherfucker
You definitely got to have a beat
And when you hit the streets you gotta have a freak
You know what I'm sayin'
One of the side, two on the b-sack
That's how it's gotta go down man
That?s real lowridin?, you understand me

From a West Coast motherfuckin' G man
We bouncin', we schlippin', we tippin', we dippin'
We dodgin' motherfuckin' pigs all the while
While we doin' this motherfuckin' gangsta style
You understand what I'm sayin', yeah I'm just cruisin'

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch

Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go

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Money Is My Bitch - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Money Is My Bitch
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J Barnes, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
I love you so much
Don't never leave me
I won't let you leave

The ho turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her
Since five years old, met her, fell in love wit her
I saved that ho 'cause she bring more hoes
She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold
Heartbroken she walked right out of mad nigga's life
So when I bagged her up right, I had to make her my wife
And I ain't gonna loose her like those other lames did
I keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jigg, glorifying Medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me lobster and scallions
Watching her pile on my bed, her body feel stacked
She been around for years, know the hustlers, pimps, and Macks
Bankers and diplomats
She the scratch on my back
Her cream I lust, now I got her I dont know how to act
When she not around, I'm heated, 'bout to lay somethin' flat
Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped

My money, money, money
My bitch is my money
Ohh money, you my honey
Money is my bitch
Aah money, money, money
Love her 'cause she keep a nigga rich
Ohh money, you my honey
But I think she got me pussy whipped
My money, money, money
My bitch is my money
Ohh money, you my honey
Money is my bitch
Aah money, money, money
Yeah, that bitch treat me like a trick
Ohh money, you my honey
She says without her I can't be rich

All the fun we have together, I keep you in my pocket
Its so much of you I share you and speak to you in private
You got me karats on my wrist
I'm a savage for your kiss
Embarrassed when I'm not with you, I'm off guard
Niggas always expect to see us two together, stable
The best couple they seen since Trump and Marla Maple
Don't need no pre nup
'Cause when we hump we do it up
Make sure we both will bust a doller sign nut
Before I got to know you, my life I say was mediocre
Break of day, slingin' all night long, fienin' to stroke ya
Seeing niggas wit you I wasn't happy
Wanted to stick them up to get you, heard you calling for Daddy
And gladly I take you as my lawfully wedded wife
Never divorce me, I promise to treat you right
Keep you satisfied never lie help you grow
My legal tender, lovely Federal Reserve note

My money, money, money
My bitch is my money
Ohh money, you my honey
Money is my bitch
Aah money, money, money
Love her 'cause she keep a nigga rich
Ohh money, you my honey
But I think she got me pussy whipped
My money, money, money
My bitch is my money
Ohh money, you my honey
Money is my bitch
Aah money, money, money
Yeah, that bitch treat me like a trick
Ohh money, you my honey
She says without her I can't be rich

I won't sell my soul to you
What do I owe to you?
My cars, my house, my flow to you
Screw you
Before you
Real niggas said I was cool, now I got you
They envy me cause I'm wit you
You floss too much
Turn niggas out, one touch
For you, my guns bust
You always said in God we trust
Its hard enough to keep counting on you
You cheat wit Government thugs, got the IRS pounding on you
I think I like'd you better when you where illegal
But you had to get professional
Musical
Now when we fuck we use profalactic, hard plastic
Stick you in ATM's, limited cash quick
Said you'd give me luxury, when I asked it
Fucking me, I gave you back shots in ya assets
Promised happiness but really did nothing for me
I guess, bitches like you just grow on trees

My money, money, money
My bitch is my money
Ohh money, you my honey
Money is my bitch
Aah money, money, money
Love her 'cause she keep a nigga rich
Ohh money, you my honey
But I think she got me pussy whipped
My money, money, money
My bitch is my money
Ohh money, you my honey
Money is my bitch
Aah money, money, money
Yeah, that bitch treat me like a trick
Ohh money, you my honey
She says without her I can't be rich

My money, money, money
Ohh money, you my honey
My money, money, money
Ohh money, you my honey
My money, money, money
My bitch is my money
Ohh money, you my honey
Money is my bitch
My money, money, money
Yeah, that bitch treat me like a trick
Ohh money, you my honey
She says without her I cant be rich

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99 Problems - Lyrics - Home Invasion - Ice T

Title: 99 Problems
Album: Home Invasion
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): George Jr. Clinton, Alphonso Henderson, Tracy L Marrow

Lyric:
Yeah, last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me
Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit
But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live
Brother Marquis in the house
(Yeah, I'm the motherfuckin' nigga)

Yeah, we gonna answer the question about girl problems
All these niggaz is havin' girl problem, Marq
(Huh, tell them man, tell them how it is)
Lemme tell you what time is it

I got a ho from the East, got a ho from the West
Got a ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest
I got a ho from the North, a ho from the South
A ho that likes to suck it long and hold it in her mouth

I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none
A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun
A bitch with a ass big as a TV set
And there's a bitch over there, hey, the one I'm gonna get

But yo, but maybe not, she might not like me though
No sweat to a vet, I'll slam a sista though, word
Ice in the whole damn herd
I fuck 'em all and leave 'em on the curve

I got a bitch with a mink, who rocks a fat gold link
Who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink
Got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass
A bitch with none, but hey I give her a pass

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit it
Nah, a bitch ain't one

I got a bitch that's old, a bitch that's new
A bitch who love velvet in the colors blue
I got a bitch who's fat, a bitch who's built
A bitch who all her titties give out powdered milk

I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't
A bitch who can sing, a bitch who can't
A bitch who loves fuckin' on a airplane
I even got a bitch off Soul Train
I got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz

Long ends, I got a bitch who's broke as a bum
But she's the most fun
I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don't
A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't
A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall
A bitch who burns my pager with priority calls

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me

Yo Marquis, you from Miami, man, why don't you show
Mhese motherfuckers all the over the world the to live
Style of how the bitches treat a motherfuckin' fly nigga like you?

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one of them
I don't trip on hos 'cause I don't need none of them
Pussy's the temptation, dick's the persuasion
All hos suck cock, nigga, how you play 'em?

That's why I don't sleep on 'em, I just freak on 'em
Stick dick in they mouth, take it out and I skeet on 'em
The nigga the one nighter, the bitch exciter
I only love my hos when I'm goin' up inside her

Problem number one is gettin' money
I'd rather taste the green than sip the honey
So don't expect nuttin' 'cause I ain't offerin'
I go hard on my bitches 'cause I'm never never softenin'

Puttin' the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on 'em
The 'Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am' game is ran on 'em
So, fuck how you feel, you fuckin' cheap thrill
I hope you took the pill 'cause I won't pay the bill

Gettin' pussy's just another expense
If pussy pays the bills then dick pays the rent
I only need a ho for one thing and that's to cum
I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one

Ha, yo Marquis, my motherfucker, you got problems, man?
(A bitch ain't one)
Aww shit, now let me tell you how to do this shit

I got a bitch that loves to G
She'll fuck you right after she fucks me
I got a bitch who loves both
I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes

I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch that's slow
A bitch that's a virgin and a bitch that's a ho
A bitch that lies, a bitch that's true
A bitch who's a man because they're bitches too

I got a bitch that's cool, a bitch that's hot
A bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock
A bitch who's lost and one who knows where it's at
She gets up under me and purrs like a cat

I got a bitch that runs, I got a bitch that walks
I got a bitch that yells, I got a bitch who talks
I got a bitch that's dirty, got a bitch that's neat
I got a super fine bitch that I knocked in the swap meet

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me

No a bitch ain't one, you knahm sayin'?
(Huh, you know a bitch ain't one)
I got problems with my motherfuckin' rent Marquis
But a bitch ain't one

Man, you got yourself nothin' man
Fuck them raggedy stank ass hos nigga

A bitch ain't one
I got a problems stayin' out here on these streets
With the police trying to take a nigga out, y'know?
But a bitch ain't one, got problems with motherfuckers
Buyin' my records but a bitch ain't one

Fuck 'em all, nigga, fuck them motherfuckers
You knahm sayin'? A bitch ain't one
Got problems man
All them motherfuckers can kiss my motherfuckin' ass f'real

Really, niggaz worryin' about bitches
They better, they better find somethin' else to worry about

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Juvenile On Fire - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Juvenile On Fire
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch and the hoe don't wanna fuck
Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut
Fo' sho she gonna be drove then and I'ma cut the TV off
And got to sleep on that hoe then
Now tell that to your girlfriend, you tell her everything else

She goin' to be with her boyfriend, you goin' to be by your damsel
While I'm in my Benz with your friend and she 'bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth and lip service
Don't act bad, don't get mad, that's all I can do with you
'Cause I don't want your ass

Look you kinda fine with a nigga name on your spine
Now respect my fuckin' mind, how I'ma hit that from behind
Got a hoe across the court and molly boots the next door
I'm getting tired of you rappers, it's time for me to restore
I done fixed these bitches house up and have them living swell

But and still a nigga like me was eating a taco bell
But after that shit, all that trick shit, I stopped it
And lock my fuckin' pockets, you can't kick it or pop it
Now I get what I can get out of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up then I'ma back the hoe up

Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires

Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires

See I know how to treat a hoe, just talkin' and great a hoe
Make a know I don't need a hoe, don't mix up your people hoe
If I tell you do something, you better do what I say
If you plannin' on playin' me, better get out my way

A bitch will get you killed, that's the way I think
From some old bitch ass nigga tryin' to receive my bank
Pussy come and it go, it been like that before I got here
Pussy don't wait for me or no nigga but it's gonna stop here

For a little while, so I'ma get what I could
And if she 'bout sucking some dick, I ain't hatin' its all good
Now can I get that out you, it ain't hard to do
You's a fine muthafucka and it starts with you

I'm trying to fuck something till it can't see
What I'ma show you with this dick, you gonna thank me
A nigga gonna be like that until the moment I retire
Ask them bitches 'bout me and they gonna say that I'm on fire

Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires

Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires

If I even fuck with a bitch she gonna know
Not to conversate with nigga's and to open my door
My business is my business, it ain't to be heard
My nigga's is my nigga's, so you don't say a word

And you don't touch my shit, you don't drive my shit
I got dope in the house and I hide my shit
I have bad nerves, I hope you don't try my shit
Do right and nice things I'ma buy my bitch

Some bitches you gotta play 'em with a long string
You play them close and you gonna be bangin' wrong things
You got something that I hear you don't wanna bring
You not a muthafuckin' player you a punk main

Let me get one of them hoes up on this dope dick
Stop handcuffin' that bitch let her approach this
You know when Juvenile comes he has to smoke shit
I'm on fire on fire, you know this

Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires

Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires

Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch momo's like magic on his tires

You can fuck my bitch, yea
You can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch

Let me fuck your bitch, I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch, you can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch, I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch, you can fuck my bitch

Let me fuck your bitch, I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch, you can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch, I don't love that bitch
I don't trust that bitch

You don't know he on fire
You don't know he on fire
You don't know he on fire
You don't know he on fire

My bitch is your bitch, my bitch is your bitch
(Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Your bitch is my bitch, my bitch is your bitch
(Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
My bitch is your bitch, your bitch is my bitch
(Hot, hot, hot)

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U Know I Love U - Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

Title: U Know I Love U
Album: Monster
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): John E Clarke, Michael Render, Andre Patton

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Lyric:
Whoa baby
Whoa baby
Whoa baby
La la la
La la la, yeah

I will never leave you girl
(My girl, my wife)
You know I love you
(My pain, my strife)
Oh baby, oh baby
I will never leave you girl
(Good days, bad nights)
You know I love you
(Lovely fistfights)
Oh baby, oh baby

I will never leave you girl
(My girl, my wife)
You know I love you
(My pain, my strife)
Oh baby, oh baby
I will never leave you girl
(Good days, bad nights)
You know I love you
(Lovely fistfights)
No baby, no baby

Killa for look at us, forever fucked up
All we do is fuck, fight and get X'ed up
Enough, enough, we bad for each other mama
But our sex life ain't right without drama
In combat, sweet agony upon that
I deliver, make you take it soft and break it hard

Like dope dealers I'm a husband to a wife
But I'm ya nigga and you a perfect drug
Make a nigga heart quiver
You a heartbreakin', hard liquor on my liver
Like dro' and gin go together, you a mindshifter
Body dark like a cognac, I'm pussy drunk
In light [Incomprehensible], I stay drunk
My pretty little vampire, my Delila
Teach me how to hate the truth and how to love a liar
You malicious, mind bending every [Incomprehensible]
You a perfect drug, ultimate high and I'm a fiend

I will never leave you girl
(My girl, my wife)
You know I love you
(My pain, my strife)
Oh baby, oh baby
I will never leave you girl
(Good days, bad nights)
You know I love you
(Lovely fistfights)
Oh baby, oh baby

You're my path to the pen of the crazy house
I deliver dick raw and won't take it out
[Incomprehensible] you're the devil's daughter, can't fake it
Killin' me slow, I know and I can't shake it
Please stay, please leave, please don't go
Please walk away and let me be to die slow
This love is deepest of grave and it's forever
Snake pit, you're venom beyond measure
Pandora's box a lot, my treasure

If love is strong as the grave, make me deader
Jezibelle got my soul and my cheddar
Everytime I beat it down, it jump wetter
Like a dark cloud bringin' me pain and bad weather
I remain inside of your rain with no umbrella
I couldn't write the words, I blame this letter
'Til death do us part, we deserve to be together

I will never leave you girl
(My girl, my wife)
You know I love you
(My pain, my strife)
Oh baby, oh baby
I will never leave you girl
(Good days, bad nights)
You know I love you
(Lovely fistfights)
Oh baby, oh baby

A livin' drug, you're the bitch I hate to love
Learned to suck good dick by fuckin' thugs
A nigga can't teach you, spread like a track meet
Breaking D-boys, MCs and athletes, but not me
Told you from the start this shit forever
We gonna go through this bad weather together
Whether the road or high side, you gonna ride
Through the fistfights and black eyes, it's you and I
Ike and Tina, our love is measured in a millimeter

They say a partner don't love a nigga 'til a nigga eat her
But I'm raw and tired of the motherfuckin' talkin'
I'll be goddamned if you hit the door walkin'
I'm stalkin' the depths of Atlantis, evil enchantress
Slick and underhanded
Fuckin' with you like dancing with the devil, no command bitch
No for leaving niggaz empty-handed
I lost everything I love just to lust you
Bitch you take another step and I'll bust you
Bitch you take another step and I'll bust you

I will never leave you girl
(My girl, my wife)
You know I love you
(My pain, my strife)
Oh baby, oh baby
I will never leave you girl
(Good days, bad nights)
You know I love you
(Lovely fistfights)
Oh baby, oh baby

I will never leave you girl
(My girl, my wife)
You know I love you
(My pain, my strife)
Oh baby, oh baby
I will never leave you girl
(Good days, bad nights)
You know I love you
(Lovely fistfights)
No baby, No baby

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F.I.L.A. (Forever I Love Atlanta) - Lyrics - Lil Scrappy

Title: F.I.L.A. (Forever I Love Atlanta)
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Darryl Richardson Ii, Jonathan H Smith, Tommy Phillips

Lyric:
Yeah! yeaah
Yeah! yeaah
This ya boy Lil'Jon
Yeah! BME Cliq
Alot of yall niggas be talkin' bout air force ones and shit (Okkkk)
About adidas and shit (okkkk)
Alot of my niggas we be ridin' tha speed light (okkkk)
Get out on our feet (okkkk)

Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

I'm a Graded baby ATL
And all my life the avis so crunk as hell
You dont' wanna step to close or go to far
'Cause where I'm from shawdy niggas beat you down wit they cars
Fila brought up from my head to my feet
Niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep
Man, South dekalb mall be the crunkest shit
Uh you can roll through buckhead and go to fall on a bitch
I'm a giant ass playa I'll stomp on a hater
I'ma pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur
We can go back down to where my grandma stay
Depending on the area you better watch what you say
And I 'on care if you over there lookin all crazy
When I get locked up man them broads wanna save me
This the home ass whoopin biscuit in and the I's on the street charge mo' than a penny

Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

Niggas grind time let my A shine
When I'm bussin rhymes smokin pine
My blood see through the georgia rhine
And niggas don't love the A like I love the A
I just love the way the A smell everyday
A time to yo time yea this how it go smokin dro'
Fuckin' hoes on the city road
When I stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise
Got fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe
I live for the A I die for the A I ride for the A
So fuck what you say
What you know about I-20 to 285
Got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
Gd's up get yo gd's up in the classroom crunk
Got Henny by my Shit so I stay "supa" drunk
Ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila
Jon introduced me to the gang I'm hot like reefa

Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

Carry the A on my back like a torch or rack I'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that dranki
Reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where I shed my tears throw me the peace sign up the
Off the rip hell yeah I'm proud get crunk all day we 'on sleep at night and if you fight one "shawty
Don't nobody get crunk in the club like us if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush even thoug
They hard ain't nothin harder than stone mountain I swear to god yea yall love our hoes you love our
From the A so I love my home westside to scottdale we all cut hammers you can catch kids skippin at
Yea

Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

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My Kind Of Bitch - Lyrics - Tunnel Of Love - Insane Clown Posse

Title: My Kind Of Bitch
Album: Tunnel Of Love
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike Clark, Joseph Frank Bruce

Lyric:
My kind of bitch ain't like your bitch
'Cuz my bitch don't bitch at all
My bitch don't blink, she don't even think
About money or fuckin' mall

My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
'Cuz she's much too busy pulling the worms
Out her butt, she ain't bathed in years

My kind of bitch, I'll never forget
We first met on a Oujia board
Miss Crabber Damned, she would chew on snakes
And swallow a ninja sword

I said, "Hey bitch, how do you do?
Some fucks call me Violent J"
She picked her nose and flicked it at me
Smiled and was on her way, my kind of bitch

My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
Fuck that

My kind of bitch has a hole in her neck
And has to talk like this, "I love you"
She can drink through it, ya get used to it
It whistle every time we kiss

My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one's skinny and red
She can make the one jiggle
The other one don't do shit but just sit there dead

My kind of bitch has a wooden eye
With a nail sticking half way out
It once caught a fire and we all had to spit
In her face just to put it out

My kind of bitch is a little loopy
And her ass might droop a bit
But I scoop that loop and fold the flop
And I fuck that pile of shit, my kind of bitch

My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one's skinny and red
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie

Hello? My name is J
I'm from Detroit
I'm looking for a girl who's, dead
A girl who can possibly fulfill some of my fetishes

Which include, dipping your titties in Faygo
And slapping my face with them
Jumping from the dresser
And landing on my balls

My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friends
And everytime I break her legs
Then give my homie's ends
(What's up, man?)

She shot me once and stabbed my neck
And even broke my nose
But I lick her from her crooked neck
Down to her stringy toes, my kind of bitch

My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friends
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friends

Hello? My name is Shaggs
And I'm lookin for a girl with a big big fat fuckin ass
And titties and a big fat fuckin ass
And, uh, I want my dick sucked
And I want my balls scratched

And I want her to scratch my ass
And twist my balls at the same time, that's a must
And I'm looking for a girl who can stretch
Titties and stuff em in her ass

Fuck yeah, motherfucker
I'm looking for a bitch
I'm looking for a girl to fit my needs
(My kind of bitch)

We can have picnics under the moon
In the graveyard
We can have picnics under my house
(My kind of bitch)

I'm looking for a girl to die with
If you're already dead, that's cool
You can sit around and wait for me to die
(My kind of bitch)

I'm looking for a girl to squeeze me
I'm looking for a girl to squeeze my balls
Let me squeeze your neck

This is Lisa, I've been a bad, bad girl

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Get In My Car - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Get In My Car
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Tony Cottrell

Lyric:
Uhh
Yeah
Uhh
Yeah

I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
I make it hot, motherfuckers, freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty-two shot clip in my snorkel

I might smile and say what?s up but I don't fuck with you niggaz
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggaz
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy

We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
I don't play but I'm a playa till the motherfuckin' end

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh, I'm the shyit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
I ain't [unverified] these hoes, man I'm bout my paper
If your bitch really ?bout it nigga, I'm gon' take her

Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey

Spent a life savings in a day, ?cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh, nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
But then the next week, nah man, it was nothin?

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, it?s gaunja in my system, I'm high
First it?s pain when you lust for love, then it?s smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm

It?s a cold world, baby girl, lovin' me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me

Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love
69's the position, your mouths full baby, huh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

Hahaha
Quit playin' bitch, get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-Unit

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Buss My Gun - Lyrics - Bravehearted - Bravehearts

Title: Buss My Gun
Album: Bravehearted
Artist: Bravehearts
Composer(s): Nashawn Jones, Waynne Nugent, Michael Epps, Jabari Jones, Kevin Risto

Lyric:
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

Yo', do you wanna live or do you wanna die?
I'll throw you off the bridge wit a bullet in ya eye
Like a river in tha sky, you'll be floatin' in tha air
Got to see your mother cry at the wake of tha year
I'll give her a hug and tell her to be strong
Then smack her in tha face wit a 44 long
I know I be wrong, dats how I get it on

I hope y'all acknowledge the hook on this song
I got macs and tecs, snug, revolvers, oozies
I got 'em, gauge no problem, calicoes, AKs, 357s
Nine milly's trey ain't send you to heaven
I gave my lady a 380, a 22, a 25, bitch went crazy
Popin' forever, one for all
Bravehearted we stand nigga fuck all y'all

I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

Yo' stop playin' I'm layin' for my dawgs
I would die for, cabbage patch, these niggas
Souls in the sky more, shots rang, glock bang
Hot thangs, leave 'em wit his watch and rang
Stop and aim, I'm hot, top soil, get my rocks off
For my family, you a corpse, what you thought
For my seeds, I even let the wrong man bleed
Sit there for tha right one and give 'em three

You see me, don't think 'cause I'm on TV
Dat a nigga won't massacre ya family
I love guns and bustin' 'em off for loved ones
Get it done, big or small one, even for funds
I love cash for loot I kill yo' ass
Brains through tha roof of tha coupe
I watch the blood splash
And I hate most dudes dat ain't my blood
And I buss my guns for the one I love

Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

I buss guns for the ones I love
I leave a nigga leakin' for somethin'
Them guns straight quicker and quicker
He seek it's comin', my nigga jung
Jumpin' on niggas, da shells is dumpin'
No fingerprints, shoot again these muthafuckas don't make sense
Sayin' dat me and my niggas can't win, why?
See tha guns pointed at ya face
Plus ya clique surrounded 'cause they fake

They die, see my attitude, bust a
Muthafucka for food, now I'm mad at you
Hit you then I toss tha tool
Never sober, shoot niggas and run 'em ova
Gee Wiz, Bh, I'm a test, a QB soldier
I run away wit yo' head in my arms
Like Brett Favre, them muthafuckas take to tha streets
Them Bravehearts, shootin' on these muthafuckin' fagots
Go 'head and pull ya gun nigga, I'm a grab it then I

Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

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It'S All Good - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: It'S All Good
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Kenton Nix, Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Love my niggaz but where's my bitches?
I Love my niggaz but where's my bitches?
Love my niggaz but where's my bitches?
I love my niggaz but where's my bitches?

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

Chickens is good for plucking
So I'm stickin' bitches, fuckin'
Got 'em trickin' while they suckin'
Give 'em dick and they ain't buggin'

I've done it all
From mackin' 2 hoes, on a three -way
Dominican hoes on b day
Country hoes in V A

And they all say this
The same about my game it's tight
Thats why every night
A different group of bitches start a fight
Over some dick that they don't even own

All I'm givin' them is the bone
Blowin' up a niggaz phone
But ain't nobody home
I'm in a zone tryin' to do things
But turns into a cruel thing

Whats up girlfriend you game?
No wonder why when I leave at night
It's because I thieve at night
I'm leavin' bitches not breathin' right

I fuck their head up with some slick shit
Hit 'em off with some long dick shit
Make it some quick shit but rip shit
Then I'm out just like the trash on a Thursday
Knowin' she'd be givin' up the ass on the first day

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches yo

Flocks of bitches by the dozens from sisters to cousins
Got 'em doin' shit they said they wasn't
Ever gonna do like knowin'
I'd fuck the bitch that she was close to
Still gave up the ass and dough she was supposed to

Pictures of bitches and flicks of chicks
Videos with the baddest hoes sucking dick
It's the dog in me that makes me do wrong
And at least can't help but get strong

'Cause the game is too strong
I like 'em greedy black like Edi
Eyes beady willin' to give to the needy

And I done ran through 'em all
From around the way bitches in them
Outta state hoes
And we been hitting gay bitches

All I tell 'em is let me get that then it's on
Knock her mothafuckin' boots and then I'm gone
I got the white bitches sayin' it's a black thing
'Cause I leave that hoe with no dough
And plenty back pain

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
And they can get shot by the way ya niggaz flip drop
Walk up in the spot knowin' what she want strictly
When hun wants the dickly hun comes and gets me

Hastily haze me does it get crazy
Known to be swayze 'cause thats Daddy's baby
I keep them hoes in check like the Government
Hittin' 'em off with nothin' but the dick and they lovin' it

Huggin' it like it's they best friend 'cause it is cord to mix
Fuckin' with tricks is just biz I deal with strictly dimes
Got 'em commitin' they first crimes
'Cause she suckin' dick for the first time

And ain't no secret but how I freak it
When it's sleek it never knew how I peeped it
Then creped it that's how I know this must be that shit
I tell them bitches I'll be back and they believe that shit

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day and all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

It's all good it's alright
Fuck all day and all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go y'all my bitches
East to the west coast all my bitches

I love my niggaz but where's my bitches?
I love my niggaz but where's my bitches?
I love my niggaz but where's my bitches?
I love my niggaz but where's my bitches?

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Love Song - Lyrics - The Ringmaster - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Love Song
Album: The Ringmaster
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk
I hope you're with your bitch
'Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP
So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo
While Violent J tells you the poetry
That just makes the bitches melt, only on WLUV

Hello, baby, I was thinking about you
So I wrote this song
I like to dedicate this to the love
That has expressed from you and I
So just sit back and enjoy

Eh, yo, bitch, come over here and let me kick it to ya
Tried to stick my nuts in ya then I never knew ya
'Cuz your ugly and you know you can't hide that
So what you look like a chicken with a hunchback

Oh, it doesn't matter that you from down South
If you talk like it, I'm a smack you in your mouth
Bitch, I admit it, I'm quick to hit a woman, hey
But that's okay, 'cuz bitch, I'm Violent J

And I'm a Southwest mack daddy juggalo
And you're nothing but a two-bit stankin' ho
But I love you and I hope you realize that
I don't care about the hair growing out your back

Smoking that blunt, drink some Mad Dog through the night
And your ugly bitch turns into Karen White
And I stick my wing-wang in the middle
I like a filthy-ass ho, the kind that make your nuts shrivle

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

I guess you want me to take you on a big date
But what you're saying don't sound all that straight
All I wanna do is feel your butt and squeeze your titties
'Cuz I can't feed your fat ass on a buck fifty

Let's make love my sweet little dove
I wouldn't get near that neden without a glove
'Cuz it's rats and spiders up in there
Hittin' that'll take the curl out your nut hairs

I smack your tittie and claps when it hits the other
But I don't want 'em clappin' too loud it'll wake your mother
Bitches always front like they don't wanna let you hit
But then they always screamin' banshees when you gettin' with it

So don't fake the funk, I'm nothing but a ghetto punk
All I'm trying to do is stick you in your fat rump
So get the fuck out them dirty-ass drawers
And come and twist my balls 'cuz I love you

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

You and I both know
That I've been wrong to you in the past
And I know that I love you
All I wanna do is slide my wang into your neden

I wanna hit that neden so damn hard
Let my nuts bang on your anus
That's my only true desire
I feel for you, I think for you, I breathe for you

All I want is a little neden
Ya know, everyday when the wind blows
All I hear is my nuts flapping against your booty, ho

And that's all I ever want
And that's all I ever dreamed of
That is you and your neden, bitch

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B*Tches - Lyrics - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers - Insane Clown Posse

Title: B*Tches
Album: The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, Russel Tyrone Jones, Joey Ustler

Lyric:
Bitches, ha ha ha
Bitches, ha, bitches

Bitch, at any moment that's what I'll do
I'll do it to you an' a few of your crew
At any moment that's what I'll do
I'll do it to you an' a few of your crew

Bitch, what the fuck?
What are you tryin' to do to me? You wasn't true to me
When I was locked up you fucked somethin' like 34 guys
But I let that slide

'Cuz your ass is big an' your titties is fat
I wanted to fuck that, but fuck that
I never gave a fuck that you put me through the courts
An' gave me genital warts

Now I stack my nine, I'm goin' for your knees
I'ma blow 'em out an' give your neck a squeeze
As you're standin' there, I'ma be like, "Bitch
You know you done fucked up, right?"

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Bitch, don't talk about bitches, I'm fuckin' them
Please, no fat bitches, I'm fuckin' slim
Unless it's one of those nice an' strokin' my shit
I don't care 'bout how I'm fuckin' it

How much it costs, big fat crack head?
Ain't tryin' to hear all those words you said
Five minutes, bitch an' I came
Fuck your name an' from where you came

I don't give a fuck, bitch, I will kill you
You Shaquita, you Belinda
You too Passion, bitch

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, you bitches

One thing I can't stand is these bitches
Tryin' to take my riches, when I ain't even got none
I never lied, you knew what I wanted all the while
My dick in your vertical smile

We kiss an' hug an' snug an' tickle
But the bitch wouldn't even buff my fuckin' pickle
She fucked everybody else in the place, it's all good
Now let me head-butt your face

Bitch, I love you but now you gotta die
That's right, bitches, that's right
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Bitches, bitches

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die
Girl, you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

Girl, you know I love you, you dumb bitch

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