Swill &Amp; The Cocaine Sluts - Lyrics - Blake Babies

Title: Swill &Amp; The Cocaine Sluts
Artist: Blake Babies
Composer(s): Juliana Hatfield

Lyric:
Come on over, make her ambitious
Tell me some more of your true time stories

I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut
I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut
I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut
I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut

You roll around at the top of the stairs
When the one I call my type stands and stares I am theirs
I'll find me a boyfriend with huge synthesizer
The more you keep talking, the more I am wiser

I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut
I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut
I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut
I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut

You can talk about emotions and obediently
Stay around me wasting time you love me
Have mom tie the quinces puke it on your carpet
And open their eyes if their clothes partly wet

I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut
I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut
I don't wanna' be a coke slut
I don't wanna' be a coke slut

Definitely, you wasted time with the white
Be a part of sleep and useless night

I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut
I don't wanna' be a cocaine slut
Don't wanna' be a coke slut
I don't wanna' be a coke slut
I don't wanna' be a coke slut

Keep talkin', keep talkin'
Keep talkin', keep talkin'
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin'
Talkin', talkin', talkin', la, la, la, la, la, la

Keep talkin', keep talkin'
Keep talkin', keep talkin'
Keep talkin', talkin'
Talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin', doo-doo-doowap

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Balls Out - Lyrics - Hefty Fine - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Balls Out
Album: Hefty Fine
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): M Stigliano, J Franks

Lyric:
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

I don't give a shit about celebrity
But motherfuckers did ya happen to see who's here? Me
The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain
Frontin' from the back of the line on some dud named

After car parts that as fast as a spark hitting gas
Starts a fire gets wired from barbs that
Cut like a jalapeno popper fart
Burnin' up an asshole that once riped apart

Punched hard but it ain't like I ever cared if I went
Too far as stitches left scars from more clowns bent
Outta shape than the cirque de soleil ever had so
Though he throws his weight around he's still in my shadow

In the dark so he doesn't know his girl remarked that I make her
Laugh on the inside but I can hear it later
With my dick as her other cunt gets screwed
In the process I got to get hot chicks nude

The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

Thanks to you bitches I got more screams
Than David Arquette's resume what that means
Is my job involves getting' mobbed like John Gotti
Dressed to kill like I'm Gianni Versace

But I gotta be so when a gimp limps back for more
In a huff like that fat kid that had to sit out for
Every gym class due to his asthma that wore
One correctional shoe but still passed that I swore

I spotted at the smorgasbord sprintin' for seconds
That I reckon ain't as sloppy as the leftovers gettin'
Me clocked by blocked cock pissed my tryst with his missus
Got her panties in a bunch just like his is

That my face between her legs because that could be
What convinced this dick getting' hard I'm a pussy
But if that were my name I would have autographed her breasts with
Motherfuckin' dollar signs instead of S's

The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

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Crush On You - Lyrics - Hardcore - Lil' Kim

Title: Crush On You
Album: Hardcore
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): James Lloyd, Christopher Wallace, Andreao Shaunee Heard, Jeff Lorber

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Lyric:
Undeas
Lil' Ceasar
The bitch pleaser
Uhh uh, check it

Yo I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein' Cease
Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin' wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused

Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice
Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin' there with the Christ in your cup
If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

While you tryin' to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, 'cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude, in the nude

Or we tastin' like food when we get in the mood
Listen girlfriend, we don't mean to be rude
But anything I touch come straight to the rear
I take chicken heads like the Playmate Of The Year
'Cause when I first met her, she had the Lex and the 'tegra
Game real good, sex was even better
I got it for the cheddar once I hit it in the sack
'Cause I'm Cease A.K.A. Long Dick from the back

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

Yo shorty won't you go get a bag of the lethal
I'll be right here just chillin' witcha people
You know Junior M.A.F.I.A. was just a preview
I know I had you open, so why I'ma leave you
Especially when I know yo' man is fee-ble
It's Cease Degenaro, you know how we do
My game is tight, we do the same every night
I'm smooth as the words that come from Frank White

You messin' with city kings with glassy rings
That's gonna show you good time pretty thing
'Cause you was spotted, in the club lookin' exotic
By somebody, short, dark and chocolate
You got it? Any plans to tape yo we stop it
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah we all about a profit
I'm the right dude to get you in the nice mood
Flossin' rocks the size of ice cubes

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

I know you seen me on the video
(True)
I know you heard me on the radio
(True)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention

He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

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Kill You - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Kill You
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Andre Young

Lyric:
When I was just a little baby boy
My Mama used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my Daddy was an evil man
She used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older
And I realized, she was the crazy one
But there was nothin' I could do or say to try to change it
'Cause that's just the way she was

They said I can't rap about bein' broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
Till the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?
These motherfuckers are thinkin', I'm playin'
Thinkin I'm sayin' this shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin' it
Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
I'ma pull you to this bullet and put it through you
Shut up slut, you're causin' too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?

Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore
Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?
You god damn right bitch and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
Vain Vicadin, vrinnn vrinnn vrinnn
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
Danglin' from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither, you ain't nuttin' but a slut to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said
But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nuttin' but a girl to me
I said, "You don't, wanna fuck with Shady
('Cause why?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you"
I said, "You don't, wanna fuck with Shady
(Why?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you"

Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you
In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Fuck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up
I'm tryin' to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
I ain't 'Acid Rap' but I rap on acid
Got a new blow up doll and just had a strap on added
Whoops! Is that a subliminal hint? No!
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? No! Eminem'll insult
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
To do it again, then, if he does it again

You'll probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up on the tenth
Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
In a tub but that's normal' ain't it Norman?
Serial killer hidin' murder material
In a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in

Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither, you ain't nuttin' but a slut to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said
But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nuttin' but a girl to me
I said, "You don't, wanna fuck with Shady
('Cause why?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you"
I said, "You don't, wanna fuck with Shady
(Why?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you"

Know why I say these things?
'Cause lady's screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
This eighty G's a week to say the same things threece
Twice? Whatever, I hate these things
Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks
Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows
Just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?
Fuck that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
From fat bitch to all seventy-thousand pounds of her
From principal to the student body and counselor

From in school to before school to out of school
I don't even believe in breathin', I'm leavin' air in your lungs
Just to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it
Okay, I'm ready to go play, I got machete from O.J.
I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache
You faggots keep eggin' me on
Till I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?
Shut up! Give me your hands and feet
I said, "Shut up", when I'm talkin' to you
You hear me? Answer me

Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither, you ain't nuttin' but a slut to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said
But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nuttin' but a girl to me
Bitch I'ma kill you!
I said, "You don't, wanna fuck with Shady
('Cause why?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you"
I said, "You don't, wanna fuck with Shady
(Why not?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you"

I'm just playin' ladies
You know I love you

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I'M A Slut - Lyrics - Bis

Title: I'M A Slut
Artist: Bis
Composer(s): Amanda Mackinnon, Steven James Clark, John Mckenzie Clark

Lyric:
Have I done something to upset you?
Was my dress a bit too see through?
Was it talking to that boy I knew?
Don't you like my brand new hairdo?

You tell me I deserve this
'Cos I'm a slut and I provoke you
To do these things to me

Why can't I wear makeup tonight?
Don't really think my t-shirts too tight?
Going out, can't let me out your sight
Can I see my friends without a fight?

You tell me I deserve this
'Cos I'm a slut and I provoke you
To do these things to me

Always tell me I still need you
Always tell me you don't mean to
Always tell me I still need you
Always tell me you don't mean to

Tell me when I talk I am a flirt?
I agree, I prefer the long skirt
How nice of you to let me not work
I'll do anything to make you not hurt

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Slut - Lyrics - Keep An Eye On The Sky - Big Star

Title: Slut
Album: Keep An Eye On The Sky
Artist: Big Star
Composer(s): Todd Rundgren

Lyric:
See that girl
Watch her dance
If I knew her name
I wouldn't have to
Sit on my hands

If my mouth don't work
I get some help
And she don't mind
If I don't keep my hands
To myself

You're all right
You put up such a good clean fight
I'm afraid that you lose tonight

Slut
She may be a slut
But she looks good to me

You're so clean, so refined
You don't care to get messy
Just to have a good time

She's got saggy thighs
And baggy eyes
But she loves me in a way
I can still recognize

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Stop Calling - Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'Ron

Title: Stop Calling
Album: Come Home With Me
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Ty Fyffe, Camron Giles

Lyric:
Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy 'cause it's a cold world
Your wife, I call her, "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl
And she awfully thick, help me get off these bricks
Coffee kick, but after I bust, I be like, "Get the fuck off me bitch"

If she front, bruise her in the ribs
But you hugged her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers

Get wise kid, open your eyelids 'cause that last abortion
That was my kid, that's right but that I ain't followin'
If she get pregnant again, it'd be from swallowin'
But once in a while I dive in it, that car you bought
I be drivin' it, head while I'm drivin' it

Said you like to lay up dog and play footsies
She need a nigga with timbs, gats and straight hoodies

She said you gotta get drunk and I could fuck her better sober
You get twenty grams and think you fuckin' Erick Sosa
You better choke her, she the female Bill Clinton
Lie, cheat and smoke, you got her still sittin'

Then she bouncin' in, so you wanna pounce her in
She gas you up, "I love you, I swear to God we'll go to counselin'"
I ain't cherish ya cutie, inherit the booty
Havin' her want to kill you like American Beauty Killa

'Cause you a motherfuckin' rest haven
I put a gun to her head, paint a picture like Wes Craven
Ya chest achin' 'cause I'm very blunt, ya stunt, wanna cherry pump
Any extra kid, an extra check every month

She givin' Jimmy head, Jeulz in her guts
Dog, you fell in love wit a slut, what

Aiyyo, what's up with my girl, that's my world?
She a slut ho
That's my life, that's my wife I love her
Uh-oh, oh no, oh God

Aiyyo, what's up with my girl, that's my world?
She a slut ho
That's my live, that's my wife, I love her
Uh-oh, oh no, she a slut, she a freak

Aiyoo, you gonna call me back right?
Matter fact I ain't even do ya bitch dirty, for real
I'ma let you holla at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for real
Yo, Gruff, tell us more about his fuckin' ho

Aiyoo, me and Cam caught her, on Camcorder
Dogged her, kicked her out the O
Tell you about ya ho, she's a bitch
Came right between her lips

You thinkin' I'm frontin', she got a birth mark between her tits
And money, please stop callin' niggaz, phones harassin'
She come home, don't wanna fuck, we boned her back in
You's a creep and all do is use your freak

And when we done, we send her home for you to keep
You want beef? Punk faggot, we got stupid heat
Aiyoo, you actin' like you gonna die over pussy
I ain't gonna front, I was hazed up, high in the pussy

Yo, she greet me on GP, you buyin' the pussy
Breathin' hard on the other line, dyin' to push me
Crime, crime, sip fine wine, puff lime, lime
Laughin' at the bitch on Primetime

Me and Killa for reala, all of the sudden you wanna be a gorilla
Nigga please, I'm quick to put three in a nigga
You ain't nothin' but a sucka for love
She got you thinkin' it's love, hit her on the sink, in the tub

A little head crack, while a nigga drinkin' a bub
You be surprised what ya bitch could do
She did shit to us, she never did to you
That ho, mad psychical, cheesy bitch

Yo, give me the motherfuckin' phone nigga
This stupid ass nigga comin' around here
Dialin' my number, how the fuck he get the
Listen nigga, ya bitch ain't shit anyway

Her pussy no quality and how the fuck you gonna
Motherfuckin' take this ho to the hotel?
She ain't nothin' but backseat, backshots
You talkin' about, "Oh I wanna soak ya feet, baby
I had a long day, I wanna make you feel right"

She just got finished soakin' my dick in her mouth nigga
You put time in this ho, oh, let me take her out Benihama's
Oh, let me get some from Dolce and Gabanna

Motherfucker, I don't even know ya ho
She fucked me off my man deal
Fuck is wrong with you nigga?
You runnin' around tryin' get her some shit

I left this dick in this bitch
All my niggaz got ya ho, you talkin' 'bout
She tellin' me, you talkin' about
It just slide right in right now

You know why? Because big dicks up in her nigga
Fuck you think? It just ease in for you
And yo' bitch ain't shit, nigga
I done brought her to my house, fucked her

Oh, put it in my ass, no, no, no, no
Not ya dick, ya whole fist
I turned around, my pop's dick in her mouth
What's goin' on with this bitch?

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Wasted &Amp; Ready - Lyrics - Sha Sha - Ben Kweller

Title: Wasted &Amp; Ready
Album: Sha Sha
Artist: Ben Kweller
Composer(s): Benjamin Kweller

Lyric:
Force field super shield AA
Junior high love affair is okay
Jump on the big wagon 'cause I'm so cal
I'm big in every way
I'm running as fast as I can

She goes above and beyond her call of duty
She is a slut but X makes it sexy
Sex reminds her of eating spaghetti
I am wasted but I'm ready

If you wanna move it so, why don't you make it go?
Prove to everybody who doesn't understand
All the nights, all the fights you are out of sight
Some say more with their hands
I'm running as fast as I can

She goes above and beyond her call of duty
She is a slut but X makes it sexy
Sex reminds her of eating spaghetti
I am wasted but I'm ready
I am wasted but I'm ready
I am wasted but I'm ready

I'm running as fast as I can
I'm running as fast as I rock

Why am I dealing with this feeling?
I'm maxed out like a credit card
I'll continue to be my worst enemy
It's easy but it seems so hard
You're near but you seem so far

She goes above and beyond her call of duty
She is a slut but X makes it sexy
Sex reminds her of eating spaghetti
I am wasted but I'm ready

She goes above and beyond her call of duty
She is a slut but X makes it sexy
Sex reminds her of eating spaghetti
I am wasted but I'm ready
I am wasted but I'm ready
I am wasted but I'm ready
I am wasted but I'm ready

I'm running as fast as I can
I'm running as fast as I can, can
I'm running as fast as I can
I'm running as fast as I can

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Slut Machine - Lyrics - Monolithic Baby! - Monster Magnet

Title: Slut Machine
Album: Monolithic Baby!
Artist: Monster Magnet
Composer(s): Dave Wyndorf

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Lyric:
Sing that song a gotta gotta you get along baby
Shove that tongue a straight a to the back of my head
You got tongue a honey honey use that tongue baby
Climb on top and rock a rolla me 'till in dead

Girl I'm melting away and your fine and grown
Hey now you whisper your dirt and I'll do you strong
Sing that song a firecracker, sing that song a baby

You got smoke that drives a monkey out of his head
Dig yourself a kinda like a I do yourself baby
The king of dreams a gotta have queen of the bed
Babe I'm melting away and your fine and grown

Hey now you scream out your, dirt until I explode
Slut machine to keep my loving strong
Slut machine to keep my loving' strong

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Lyin' Ass Bitch - Lyrics - Fishbone

Title: Lyin' Ass Bitch
Artist: Fishbone
Composer(s): Lisa Grant, Angelo Moore, Kendall Jones

Lyric:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

I knew her and she knew me
When she asks me to introduce them
When I did we were three
Until she tried to seduce him

I really thought our love was much too strong
But that little slut just proved us wrong
I still care and that's my fatal flaw
'Cause sharing you will surely kill us all

She's just a, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
She's just a, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
She's just a, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
She's just a, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

You're nothing but a little lyin' ass bitch
She always says she loves you
But you know she don't care
You're nothing but a little lyin' ass bitch
She always says she needs you
But you know she really don't care

You're nothing but a little lyin' ass bitch
She always says she loves you
But you know she don't care
You're nothing but a little lyin' ass bitch
She always says she needs you
But you know she really don't care

She swears that her love's for you
And she swears that her love never ends
She swears that she's all for you
As she messes around with your friends

I really thought our love was much too strong
But that little slut just proved us wrong
I still care and that's my fatal flaw
'Cause sharing you will surely kill us all

She's just a, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
She's just a, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
She's just a, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
She's just a, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

You're nothing but a little lyin' ass bitch
She always says she loves you
But you know she don't care
You're nothing but a little lyin' ass bitch
She always says she needs you
But you know she really don't care

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
She's just a, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
She's just a, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
She's just a, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

You're nothing but a little lyin' ass bitch
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
You're nothing but a little lyin' ass bitch
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
You're nothing but a little lyin' ass bitch
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

[Incomprehensible]

This is dedicated to lying ass Yvette
You lyin' piece of sack of shit
Slut trash can bitch, bitch

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Shake That (Remix) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Shake That (Remix)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers Iii, Nathaniel D Hale, Steven Lee King, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Shady, Aftermath

There she goes shakin' that ass on the floor
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control

Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get fucked up
Hit the strip club, don't forget ones, get your dick rubbed
Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit face-ted
Pasted, blasted, puke, drink, throw up, get a new drink
Hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin'
Still got a few chunks on them shoestrings showin'
I was dehydrated ?til the beat vibrated
I was revibed as soon as this bitch gyrated them hips
And licked them lips and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit

Two to the one, from the one, to the three
I like good pussy and I like good trees
Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe
And I get more ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one, from the one, to the three
I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Conversation and Hennessey

I've been to the muthafuckin' mountain top
Heard muthafuckers talk, seen ?em drop
If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock
And when I bust yo' ass I'ma continue to rock
Getcha ass of the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close ?cause strobe lights blind

We about to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say
Every day she be givin' it up

Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
Oh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist
Open your mouth for about four or five minutes
Take a little bit of this fluoride rininse
Swish but don't spit it, swallow and I'll finish, shh
Yeah, me and Nate D-O double G
Lookin' for a couple bitches with some double D's
Pop a little champagne and a couple E's
Slip it in her bubbly, we finna finna have a party

We about to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck
Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' slut
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I want a bitch that sit at the crib with no panties on
Knows that she can, but she won't say no

Now look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be
Tonight I want a slut, would you be mine?
I heard she was freaky from a friend of mine

Now I hope you don't get mad at me
But I told Nate you was a freak
He said he wants a slut, hope you don't mind
I told him how you like it from behind

Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
Oh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

We bout' to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say
Every day she be givin' it up

There she goes, shakin' that ass on the floor
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control

God, I'm old
I ain't leavin' without you bitch
Come here, home with me
And my boy, and his boy, and his boy, and his girl, haha
Nate Dogg

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Everything Back But You - Lyrics - The Best Damn Thing - Avril Lavigne

Title: Everything Back But You
Album: The Best Damn Thing
Artist: Avril Lavigne
Composer(s): Butch Walker, Avril Lavigne

Lyric:
Today was the worst day, I went through hell
I wish I could remove it from my mind
Two months away from you but I couldn't tell
I thought that everything was gonna be just fine

The postcard that you wrote with the stupid little note
Something wasn't quite right about it
It smelled like cheap perfume and it didn't smell like you
There is no way you can get around it

Because you wrote, ?I wish you were her?, you left out the 'E'
You left without me and now you're somewhere out there
With a bitch slut psycho babe, I hate you, why are guys so lame?
Everything I gave you, I want everything back but you

My friends tried to tell me all along
That you weren't the right one for me
My friends tried to tell me to be strong
I bet you didn't think that I would see

The postcard that you wrote with the stupid little note
Something wasn't quite right about it
I wanna see you cry like I did a thousand times
Now you're losing me, you're losing me now

Because you wrote, ?I wish you were her?, you left out the 'E'
You left without me and now you're somewhere out there
With a bitch slut psycho babe, I hate you, why are guys so lame?
Everything I gave you, I want everything back but you

The postcard that you wrote with the stupid little note
Something wasn't quite right about it
It smelled like cheap perfume and it didn't smell like you
There is no way you can get around it

Because you wrote, ?I wish you were her?, you left out the 'E'
You left without me and now you're somewhere out there
With a bitch slut psycho babe, I hate you, why are guys so lame?
Everything I gave you, I want everything back but you

?I wish you were her?, you left out the 'E'
You left without me, everything back but you
?I wish you were her?, you left out the 'E'
You left without me, everything back but you

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Shake That(Fet. Nate Dog) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Shake That(Fet. Nate Dog)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers Iii, Nathaniel D Hale, Steven Lee King, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Shady, Aftermath

There she goes shakin' that ass on the floor
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control

Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get fucked up
Hit the strip club, don't forget ones, get your dick rubbed
Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit face-ted
Pasted, blasted, puke, drink, throw up, get a new drink
Hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin'
Still got a few chunks on them shoestrings showin'
I was dehydrated ?til the beat vibrated
I was revibed as soon as this bitch gyrated them hips
And licked them lips and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit

Two to the one, from the one, to the three
I like good pussy and I like good trees
Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe
And I get more ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one, from the one, to the three
I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Conversation and Hennessey

I've been to the muthafuckin' mountain top
Heard muthafuckers talk, seen ?em drop
If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock
And when I bust yo' ass I'ma continue to rock
Getcha ass of the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close ?cause strobe lights blind

We about to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say
Every day she be givin' it up

Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
Oh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist
Open your mouth for about four or five minutes
Take a little bit of this fluoride rininse
Swish but don't spit it, swallow and I'll finish, shh
Yeah, me and Nate D-O double G
Lookin' for a couple bitches with some double D's
Pop a little champagne and a couple E's
Slip it in her bubbly, we finna finna have a party

We about to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck
Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' slut
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I want a bitch that sit at the crib with no panties on
Knows that she can, but she won't say no

Now look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be
Tonight I want a slut, would you be mine?
I heard she was freaky from a friend of mine

Now I hope you don't get mad at me
But I told Nate you was a freak
He said he wants a slut, hope you don't mind
I told him how you like it from behind

Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
Oh girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
C'mon girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me

We bout' to have a party
(Turn the music up)
Let's get it started
(Go ahead an' shake your butt)
I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up
Some girls they act retarded
Some girls are ?bout it ?bout it
I'm lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say
Every day she be givin' it up

There she goes, shakin' that ass on the floor
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control

God, I'm old
I ain't leavin' without you bitch
Come here, home with me
And my boy, and his boy, and his boy, and his girl, haha
Nate Dogg

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Balls In Your Mouth - Lyrics - The Polyfuze Method - Kid Rock

Title: Balls In Your Mouth
Album: The Polyfuze Method
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Mohandas Dewese

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Lyric:
Cruisin' through town in my jacked up truck
Eyes open 'cause I'm scopin' for a big butt slut
One that I can take straight back to my house
And have her suck my dick and put my balls in her mouth

Now get, get with it looked across the street
I seen a Slimmy in a skirt boppin' to the beat
So I capped up my 40 threw it under the seat
Rolled up on the freak and I started to speak

But before I could talk, she go grabbed my dick
Licked her lips and started talkin' that porno shit
She said, "Look here I know you're Kid Rock"
Then whispered in my ear "I wanna swallow your cock"

Well, blow me up and then blow me down
'Cause I think, I just found the biggest freak in town
And now I can't wait to get her back to my house
Set her on her knees and put my balls in her mouth

Balls in your mouth, balls in your mouth
You want my balls in your mouth

Back to my crib with no delay
Big grin on my grill and not much to say
Except her yo bitch how's about
I drop my, my drawers and put my balls in your mouth

Next the cutie started rubbin' my back
Then she put a finger right between my booty crack
So I grabbed her wrist quick and said, "Hold up slut
Ain't nobody stickin' nothin' in my butt"

Now right then I knew, I had a ho and a half
And all I could do is sit back and laugh
Stare at the ceiling thinking about
This chick I just met's got my balls in her mouth

Balls in your mouth, balls in your mouth
You want my balls in your mouth

After I busted my nuts I drove her to the cut
She said "I hope you don't think that I'm a big slut
And please don't tell anyone what we've been through"
Next day I told the whole fuckin' crew

Spread the news through the whole damn town
And to the chick it musta got back around
So I told the ho sorry and tried to make amends
But she tried to front me in front of my friends

Runnin' off at the lip talking all that shit
That I'm a bitch, I'm a prick and that I got a small dick
I just waited till she walked away to shout
"Fuck you bitch, you had my balls in your mouth"

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Shotgun Wedding - Lyrics - The Agony Scene

Title: Shotgun Wedding
Artist: The Agony Scene
Composer(s): Chris Emmons, Garrett Grover, John Lloyd, Brent Masters, Michael Williams

Lyric:
She wasn't born in that brothel I'm told
Well aware of where she was
Well aware of where she'd end up in what position
Dressed in red down on her knees
She'd done this sort of thing before
Choking back on this disease dressed to kill

To die for
To die for
To die for
To die for

Her pretty face hides the demons inside
The kind that haunt her in her sleep
She was found face down in that ditch
Her skirt hiked up
Dressed in red down on her knees
She'd done this sort of thing before

Make up chases the tears down her face
The hand prints left on her throat
He hits her she'd ask for more
He hits her she'd ask for

Just, a little slut
She lost, a little slut
She lost, a little slut
She lost

Her pretty face hides the demons inside
The kind that haunt her in her sleep
She was found face down in that ditch
Her skirt hiked up

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Crush On You (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Crush On You (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): James Lloyd, Christopher Wallace, Andreao Shaunee Heard, Jeff Lorber

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Lyric:
Undeas
Lil' Ceaser, Queen Bee
That's me
Check it, Lil' Kim

Yo, I'll be buyin' MV's, so all my girls be eyein' Cease
Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin' wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused

Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice
Spend a night, in lil' Ceases' palace
It'll be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin' there with the Crist' in your cup
The worse come to worse keep this on the hush

I know you seen me on the video
I know you heard me on the radio
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

Aiyyo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal?
I'll be undressed in the bra all see through
While you count your jewels thinkin' I'ma cheat you
The only one thing I wanna do is freak you
Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes
And I'll be doin' things that you won't regret
Lil' Kim the Queen Bee, so you best take heed
Shall I proceed? Yes indeed!

I'ma throw shade, if I can't get paid
Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade
You can slide on my ice like the Escapade
And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade
Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he?
I even dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile
Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up
But don't blush, just keep this on the hush

I know you seen me on the video
I know you heard me on the radio
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

While you tryin' to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, 'cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude, in the nude

You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequila
Works from the dealers, all in chinchila
Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe
Then we speed down the hutch, breakin' trees in the dutch
I'm not the one you sleep wit, to eat quick
Want a cheap trick? Better go down to FreakNik
You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course
So I look slick, in my six, with my Christian Lacroix

I know you seen me on the video
I know you heard me on the radio
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
...

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As The World Turns - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: As The World Turns
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
(I don't know why this)
Yes man, as the world turns
(World keeps turning round and round)
We all experience things in life
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)
Trials and tribulations
(I don't know why this)
That we all must go through
(World keeps turning round and round)
When someone wants to test us
When someone tries our patience
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)

I hang with a bunch of hippies
And wacky tobacco planters
Who swallow lit roaches
And light up like Jack-o-lanterns
Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts
'Cuz we're dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source, yo
They never should've booted me out of reform school

Deformed fool, takin' the shit, now warn bulls
They threw me out the Ramada Inn
I said it wasn't me, I got a twin
Oh my god it's you! Not again
It all started when my mother took my bike away
'Cuz I murdered my guinea pig
And stuck him in the microwave
After that, it was straight to the 40 ouncers
Slappin' teachers, and jackin' off in front of my counselors

Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman
Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin'
And all the other kids said Eminem's a dishead
He'll never last, the only class he'll pass is Phys Ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed slim fast
(Who me?)
Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big tanny's
And stepped on Jenny Craig

She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in the headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig
I felt the evilness and started transformin'
It began storming, I heard a bunch of cheering fans swarming
Grabbed that bitch by her hair, drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, it's too late to tell me stop
While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop

(I don't know why this)
As the world turns
(World keeps turning round and round)
These are the days of our lives
These are the things
That we must go through
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)
Day by day

We drive around in million dollar sports cars
While little kids hide this tape
From their parents like bad report cards
Outsiders, and we suing the courts
'Cuz we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source
Hypercondriac, hanging out at the laundromat
Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at
Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pale of garbage

It's almost dark and I'm still tryin' to nail a trailer park bitch
I met a slut and said "What up, its nice to meet ya
I'd like to treat ya to a Bagel and a slice of pizza
But I'm broke as fuck
And I don't get paid till the first of next month
But if you care to join me, I was bout to roll this next blunt
But I ain't got no weed, no Phillies, or no papers
Plus I'm a rapist and a repeated prison escapist

So gimme all your money and don't try nothin' funny
'Cuz you know your stinkin' ass is too fat to try to outrun me"
I went to grab my gun, thats when her ass put it on me
Wit an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry
I fell through the glass doors, started causin' a scene
Then slid across the floor and flew right into a washin' machine
Jumped up with a broken back
Thank god I was smokin' crack all day

And doped up off coke and smack
All I wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse
Now I wanna kill her but so I gotta catch her first
Ran threw alleys, parkin' lots, and took a shortcut
Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up
Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut
Looked around the room thats when I seen the bedroom door shut
I know you're in there bitch! I got my gun cocked

You might as well come out now
She said "Come in, its unlocked!"
I walked in and all I smelled was Liz Claiborne
And seen her spread across the bed naked watchin' gay porn
She said "Come her big boy, lets get acquainted"
I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it
She came at me at full speed, nothin' could stop her
I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her

I started to beg, "No, please let go"
But she swallowed my fuckin' leg whole like an egg roll
With one leg left, now I'm hoppin' around crippled
I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple
Just trying to buy me some time, then I remembered this magic trick
Den den den den den den, go go gadget dick
Whipped that shit out, and ain't no doubt about it
It hit the ground and caused an earthquake and power outage
I shouted "Now bitch, lets see who gets the best!"
Stuffed that shit in crooked and fucked that fat slut to death

{Come here bitch
Come here
Take this motherfuckin' dick
Bitch, come here}

(I don't know why this)
And as we go along
Throughout the days of our lives
(World keeps turning round and round)
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)
We all face small obstacles
(I don't know why this)
And challenges everyday
That we must go through
(World keeps turning round and round)

These are the things that surround us
Through our atmosphere
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)
Every day
(I don't know why this)
Every single day the world keeps turning
Keeps turning
Keeps turning
(World keeps turning round and round)
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)

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Welcome 2 - Lyrics - Slut

Title: Welcome 2
Artist: Slut
Composer(s): Christian Neuburger

Lyric:
Woke like a baby
Woke, they took somebody from me
This time I think it was forever
Looks like a movie
Looks like they took somebody from me

I wish I could return
To when I woke like a lover
Woke and found somebody with me
I wish I wasn't me

Now I'm standing at the edge of my world
And I am looking for a place to stay
Standing at the edge of my world

Joked for a minute
Joked, "Get somebody for me"
And all the time you've seen me
I just spoke in a riddle
Spoke, "Get somebody for me"

I hoped that I could make it but I broke like a mirror
I broke and choked in the middle, indeed
I wish I wasn't me, now I'm standing at the edge
Sleep like a baby, sleep

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Still A Bitch - Lyrics - Lil' Troy

Title: Still A Bitch
Artist: Lil' Troy
Composer(s): Cedrick Penrice, Nathaniel Davis, Bruce Isaac Rhodes

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Lyric:
Bitch wanna die 'cause she know I caught her lyin'

I met her in a bar outside a little part of Texas
Never know she's sleepin' 'round on me
I found about it one night when we were sexin'
'Cause she accidentally called me Gee
Now you're lyin', fake cryin'
Wanna die 'cause you know you a tramp in my book
Misleadin', steady cheatin'
You run the street and you know you a bitch in my book

Now Lil' Jane, I guess that's what we'll call her
Had all the homies goin' crazy
Had to join a convent, wanted to be a baller
Now, the bitch fuck every guy she see
See you a slut and in the mud and
Havin' fun and you're still a bitch in my book
Trampin', soon you die bitch
And that's why you just a bitch in my book

Now I'm livin' lost, don't know where my next meal is
Had to try and find a way
'Cause you left the house and you took everythin' I deal with
Now bitch, I'm wonderin' where you stay
See you a die-hoe, I'll bravo
I'll kill you, still a bitch in my book
Loaded and smokin'
Now I'm blowin' 'cause you a bitch in my book

Just a bitch in my book
This hoe is a slut in my book

Just a tramp, I'm sick and tired of feedin' whores
Everytime I'm walkin' down the street
And I'm sick and tired of always seein' closed doors
Wanna slap every tramp I meet

See you started, then you parted
Now you bought in, still a tramp in my book
Low-life, do Snow White
Now you crow and you're still a bitch in my book
Know that, I go there
I'll beat you, you still a bitch in my book
Holdin, these

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