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d12 2 - i'll be damned lyrics

[proof – intro]
yeeaah! this is dj seven deuce, live at
club runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free.
g-unit in da house! what up baby.
performin’ live tonight live on stage. . .captain save-’em-hoe,
and the fabulous case y’all. stick ’em out y’all.
all my detroit playas, let’s go!

[kon artis – chorus]
i ain’t set the stroke and i ain’t for games,
i just came to f-ck and maybe get some brain.
i got a woman at the crib so i ain’t your man.
i’ll be d-mned, i’ll be d-mned, i’ll be d-mned.
you know all i really wanna do is f-ck. i ain’t
gon’ let a money hungry women set me up.
and if you think i’m that stupid you done pressed your luck.
i’ll be d-mned, i’ll be d-mned, i’ll be d-mned.

[kon artis]
you gave right. yes i love monage-é-tois
and i got drawers as big as guys’s big “wah”.
i’m a trick daddy n-gg-, so b-tch how you figure
that i wouldn’t turn my n-gg-s on to you when i hit ya.
i probably could forget ya if i hadn’t been drunk,
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump.
when my mind’s on hump to me my .9’s in the trunk,
and denaun got a line for every fine b-tch i hunt.
not once, twice, but three times the lover
that your man is, and i’m a freak undercover.
i got plans for you, trick, i don’t need a baby mother.
i got five of them motherf-ckers tryin’ to smother me already.
we can’t go steady, but you can give me head.
give me that, get the h-ll out my bed, and leave the sh-t.
my chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed,
and on the way, leave the bread with achman.
i’d love for you to stay but i got another date,
with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates.
she rubbed my funky -ss feet and feed me grace
plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape.

[chorus]

i’ma make this one thing clear,
ain’t no woman hear gon’ ruin my career.
all the h-ll you doin’ is pursuin’ a dream,
that’s when you find out that life ain’t truly what it seems.
all these hoes be lyin’, bullsh-ttin’ each other.
and why the h-ll kobe bryant didn’t wear a rubber.
he might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her.
i’m sure as h-ll ain’t gonna go to court for my mother,
or my wife, and my sisters. so motherf-ck a mistress.
they signin’ a contract before these b-tches h-t this.
never will a woman take me out that way.
i keep a rca camera in there motherf-ckin’ face.

[chorus]

[bizarre]
what’s your name again? it doesn’t matter.
my name is bizzy, a bodygaurd for mr. mathers.
sit down girl. let me get you a drink.
i’ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink.
from day one, i knew you was a hoe.
i put a rubber on my toe and f-cked you some mo’.
turn around, let me see your nasty -ss.
put on a jason mask while i take off your maxi pads.

[kuniva]
these hoes be on some bullsh-t. always tryin’ to pull sh-t
outta they -ss. get mad and put you on blast.
tell ’em b-tches how she f-cked you,
sucked you, put it on you, boned you.
yappin’ off with they mouth sayin’ she loved you.
all on your d-ck, callin’ your phone, spazzin’ and sh-t.
havin’ a fit until you feel like callin’ it quits.
then she starts callin’ your chick,
wantin’ to fight. everytime you show up at a gig,
she front row with her friends. flippin’ you off.
follow you to the bar, the bathroom,
the parkin’ lot, to the car, p-ssin’ you off.
until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scr-pout.
you get locked up for -ssault and now you asked out.

[chorus]

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