cadillac don – fuck that bitch lyrics
cadillac don:]
this for all the ignorant wanches or silly baby mamas and all these b-tches walking around in the club holding each others hands b-tch ya mack blockin lemme get to the bench
[chorus:]
man f-ck dat b-tch
f-ck, f-ck dat b-tch
i dont love dat b-tch
i dont trust dat b-tch
u can f-ck my b-tch lemme f-ck yo b-tch
i dont love dat b-tch i dont trust dat b-tch
man f-ck dat b-tch
f-ck, f-ck dat b-tch
f-ck dat b-tch
f-ck, f-ck dat b-tch
man f-ck dat b-tch
f-ck, f-ck dat b-tch
i dont love dat b-tch
i dont trust dat b-tch
[verse 1: j-money]
hold up baby ima tell ya how i feel,
u aint all dat yeah its time to keep it real,
thought u was the world we was friends then lovers
found out later on u just like the others
smile in ya face tryna get me on the low
tellin all ya friends that ya pimpin on jo
tryna pimp a pimp b-tch dats a no no
game ova baby gotta find another hoe
better yet call up my n-gg- cadillac
im all in her mouth while he hit from da back
call big fruit we gone do the d-mn thang
hit young star now u know we gotta train (chu-chu)
no hard feelings give a f-ck about a b-tch
cuz she’ll be the one get ya caught up in some sh-t
dats why j-money aint trusting nan b-tch
mine as well gone let her f-ck da whole click
okay
[chorus]
[verse 2: cadillac don]
(a man, yo who is it man, its cadillac don man, alright)
now cuz u walk around the club with ya nose pointed in the air
knowing that ya got fake eyes, nails, and fake hair
i hate to see some b-tches walking through the club holding hands
know yall hoes aint got no money need to be tryna find a man
always got ya hands out asking me for a drink
ima buy u 10 and later on turn u into a freak
i could f-ck u by myself but call my n-gg-s also
b/4 yo -ss so many times gone think u was a top code
hit u slow, hit u fast, in yo mouth, make u gage
used to act all that now we treatin yo -ss like trash
do it with no hands b-tch in and out all day
we pitched in and bought a room but hitting u in da hallway
dats what u get b-tch for acting so cold (so cold)
we send u home drunk p-ssy hole swole (hole swole)
u wake up like what the f-ck went on
check da internet u front page we dead -ss wrong
but man
[chorus]
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