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beanie sigel - watch your b****** lyrics

as far back as i can remember i always wanted to be was a gangster…
(watch your b-tches!)

[verse 1]
hey yo i walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
gators and flavors, colors like now & laters
split champagne wishes to b-tches, trips to vegas
jot down numbers on small pieces of paper
i got ya, skate, watch these b-tches catch the vapors
breaks down doe over a hoe?
spend my chips over a trick?
i don’t rock no masquino sh-t
i don’t know know labeled me no trick
b–tch! you should pay me for d-ck
all i’m gone do is f-ck you crazy
bust a couple nuts, get lazy
bust another nut, it’s swayze
tell your -ss don’t page me, see you when i see you
you need doe for what? wouldn’t wanna be you
yeah i’m a break you off, after i stroke you off
when i break you off, b–tch! that’s when i broke you off
tell your -ss get lost
only thing i’m gonna pay for, is to be the boss
can’t see me giving no skee’s my cheese
tell ’em like they tell bean’s, i got four seeds to feed
till i f-ck you and some change fall out of your -ss (watch your b-tches!)
b–tch! ain’t nothing changed, i’m all about the cash

[chorus: repeat 2x]
hey yo i walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
gators and flavors, colors like now & laters (watch your b-tches!)
leave you jelly like fishes
n-gg-s watch your b-tches

[verse 2]
you know mack pop fly b-tch
no jonny gill ’round my b-tch
bye bye b-tch
f-ck that red dress on, get a head step on
speed on ‘for you get peed on
when i p-ss, i don’t miss (sh-t)
get mad, scratch your -ss, and get glad
‘for i, scratch your -ss and get glad-bags
throw your sh-t out on the trash
b-mack, pimp-slash
hustla, m-th-f-cka!
but, back to the sript
when i’m twisted off that sip
you know my twist, mack on that lick
on that super hero juice but could handle my cake
quick to throw bags, zams, and cakes
c-cktails come banana and grape
yellow and purple, everything mellow in your circle
feeling like metal can’t hurt you
got that pro meth ‘itch (watch your b-tches!)
keep a hoe in check quick off that pro meth sh-t

[verse 3]
i don’t gotta play games and chase a hoe
spend cheese, say please, and lace a hoe
man, all my b-tches know to suck me off and hit the door
especially if i hit before, they know the rutine,
d-ck to jaw, i don’t give a b-tch sh-t but game
and spit that like rudy raymoore
man my whole squad play on tours
that’s all we do is play on wh-r-s
that’s up to you if you pay for yours
i might let ’em run around in the apartment
just don’t steal sh-t or spill sh-t on the carpet
you know the address, apartment 3f
find you, f-ck you, and flee, and my man bleek next

- beanie sigel lyrics

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