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dj crazy toones - fuck your fine ass bitch lyrics

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[intro: crazy toones talking]
okey, okey, that’s what i’m sayin’
there’s no compromisin’ with b-tch–ss-n-ggas
aiy, aiy baby that’s ain’t your n-gga, he’s a b-tch
yeah, i like to hit the sh-t, in you or that n-gga
aww, that n-gga see me p-ss in his panties

[verse 1: mitchy sl!ck]
n-gga i can’t believe you, but now hustlin’
and comin’ roam with the dough and handin’ it over to this b-tt
my pig, you picked him, cause he got rims and tv’s “what”
but he’s a b-tch, when the n-gga seize me, he’ll speak peace
couldn’t be a gangster into the streets beside peice
and there go, you can thought outta the p.i.m.p “you don’t know”
sounds like a sucker or a buster that tell me
he gotta do somethin’, he needs an ident-ty
to get b-tches he needs a gimmick, so he’ll do what he got to
seen america pimp a few times now he is out poppin’ his collar
these freak barricaded -ss-n-ggas make wanna holla
now all the fly world grew up on the out skirts
saw the heats, saw they born known him since the birth
great, but she ain’t never knew me
could have her to them n-ggas but she scare of the og’s…..

[hook: mc-ren]
f-ck that ice on your wrist, f-ck your fine–ss-b-tch..
f-ck that ice on your wrist, f-ck your fine–ss-b-tch..
f-ck that ice on your wrist, f-ck your fine–ss-b-tch..
when you bumpin’ to a gangster, gangster
how is it, that you don’t know you’re givin’ you money to a ho cake
you can’t be fly with a guy like that, ugh
you can’t be fly with a guy like that, no

[verse 2: mitchy sl!ck]
now girl you miss him out, cause every b-tch you get
what i said, got fake b-tches and d.n.g on our blocks
and you must be square as f-ck
not be able to tell that your spouse is a mouse
never did nothin’ to know once when you always hang out “buster”
never walks to bum and what a shame now “mark”
on the out skirts with his clique, he got a couple of rounds
with some real n-ggas, then he’ll be knock the f-ck out
girl what’s gonna happen, when you bumpin’ to a gangster
from the dipped in wants to break you
all cause he knows you n-ggas are h0m-
got pretty twin gl-ss never shot them before
keep focus, you for shees, and be turn off ease
and you think, you need to stay away from n-ggas like me
girl you hustle and then reverse
i can show you how to maximize your network…

[hook: mc-ren]
f-ck that ice on your wrist, f-ck your fine–ss-b-tch..
f-ck that ice on your wrist, f-ck your fine–ss-b-tch..
f-ck that ice on your wrist, f-ck your fine–ss-b-tch..
when you bumpin’ to a gangster, gangster
how is it, that you don’t know you’re givin’ you money to a ho cake
you can’t be fly with a guy like that, ugh
you can’t be fly with a guy like that, no

[verse 3: crazy toones]
you was a player sh-t, what n-gga, you was a b-tch “f-ggot”
how you from there go and not a blood or a crib (-gun c-cked-) “aww sh-t”
and i better not hear no funny sh-t
when i hit you up about, knockin’ you for a honey dip
unless you want the flesh on your chest
clacked into a mess for less
then run into your mouth like a b-tch when you see me in the s
matter fact n-gga get your.. come on n-gga.. give me that
you might get trick, little mamma with the blacks and tacks
but we know it if your -ss get jacked, you’re a rat
only act bunny when he’s got this n-gga behind him
but wait till them wrong kind n-gga find him
creep behind him and leave him for the squash till i wind hin
my crimes is all gang affiliated
at night we on tv i know you really hate it
and when you b-tch see me now she is really faded..

[hook: mc-ren]
f-ck that ice on your wrist, f-ck your fine–ss-b-tch..
f-ck that ice on your wrist, f-ck your fine–ss-b-tch..
f-ck that ice on your wrist, f-ck your fine–ss-b-tch..
when you bumpin’ to a gangster, gangster
how is it, that you don’t know you’re givin’ you money to a ho cake
you can’t be fly with a guy like that, ugh
you can’t be fly with a guy like that, no

[outro: mitchy sl!ck]
how is it, that you don’t know you’re givin’ you money to a ho cake
you can’t be fly with a guy like that, ugh
you can’t be fly with a guy like that, no
how is it, that you don’t know you’re givin’ you money to a ho cake
you can’t be fly with a guy like that, ugh
you can’t be fly with a guy like that, no
okey, okey (-echoes-)

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