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cadillac don & j-money - fuck that bitch lyrics

f+ck that b+tch lyrics
[intro]
this for all the ignorant wanches, uh, silly baby mamas
and all these b+tches walkin’ around in the club holding each other’s hand
b+tch ya’ mac blockin’, lemme get to the bench

[chorus]
man, f+ck that b+tch
f+ck, f+ck that b+tch
i don’t love that b+tch, i don’t trust that b+tch
you can f+ck my b+tch, lemme f+ck yo’ b+tch
i don’t love that b+tch, i don’t trust that b+tch
man, f+ck that b+tch
f+ck, f+ck that b+tch
f+ck that b+tch
f+ck, f+ck that b+tch
man, f+ck that b+tch
f+ck, f+ck that b+tch
i don’t love that b+tch, i don’t trust that b+tch

[j+money]
hold up baby, i’mma tell you how i feel
you ain’t all that, yeah time to keep it real
though you was the world, we was friends then lovers
found out later on, you was 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 that’s a no+no
game over baby, gotta find another hoe
better yet, call up my n+gga cadillac
i’m all in her mouth while he hit it from the back
call big fruit, we gon’ do the d+mn thang
hit young star, now you know we gotta train (choo+choo)
no hard feelings, give a f+ck about a b+tch
’cause she’ll be the one to get ya’ caught up in some sh+t
that’s why j+money ain’t trusting none b+tch
might as well gon’ let her f+ck the whole clique (okay)
[chorus]

[cadillac don]
(ay man, yo who is it man? it’s cadillac don man, alright)
now yous, you walk around the club with ya’ nose pointed in the air
knowin’ that you got fake eyes, nails, and fake hair
i hate to see some b+tches walkin’ through the club holdin’ hands
know ya’ hoes ain’t got no money, need to be tryna find a man
always got ya’ hands out asking me for a drink
i’mma buy you 10 and later on turn you into a freak
i could f+ck you by myself, but call my n+ggas also
gon’ fold yo’ ass so many times, gon’ think you was a taco
hit you slow, hit you fast, in yo’ mouth, make you gag
used to act all that, now we treatin’ yo’ ass like trash
do it with no hands b+tch, in and out all day
we pitched in and bought a room, but hittin’ you in the hallway
that’s what you get b+tch for acting so cold (so cold)
we send you home, drunk p+ssy hole swole
you wake up like, “what the f+ck went on?”
check the internet, you front page, we dead ass wrong
but man…

[chorus]

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