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e-40 - me & my b*tch lyrics

[hook:]
it’s just me (it’s just me mayne)
and my b-tch (and my biatch)
she hates my guts (she hate my guts)
and makes me sick (i can’t stand her)
i curse her out (hoe!)
she cuss me out (sorry -ss n-gga!)
then we make up (we make up mayne)
f-ck on the couch (on the couch) biatch! biatch!

[verse 1:]
uhhh!
my main batch in the front yard finna fight my other batch
try’na grab each other by each other hair and pull out a patch
both of them got vaseline on they face so they both don’t get scratched
my neighbors ain’t trippin (why?) cause they use to that
the police don’t response cause they know they won’t be right back
togetha, foreva, like that? yup like that
never chris makin under? even though pressure bust sprits
my b-tch got my back whether i’m wrong or i’m right
i’m a gangsta and not no little management psychosanian bad
a lightway part time convenience she like when i make her laugh
the other day we was jsut kickin it at powwowing and sh-t
have a breakfast at the waffle house, cheese eggs and grits
then all of a sudden come rushing some on mysterious b-tch
talking and hooping and hollering bout she pregnant and sh-t
i reached back as far as i can go i can get
then i slapped the sh-t out that hoe with the back of my fist

[hook]
it’s just me (it’s just me mayne)
and my b-tch (and my biatch)
she hates my guts (she hate my guts)
and makes me sick (i can’t stand her)
i curse her out (hoe!)
she cuss me out (sorry -ss n-gga!)
then we make up (we make up mayne)
f-ck on the couch (on the couch) biatch! biatch!

[verse 2:]
seems like everytime a n-gga get home (get home)
a n-gga done did sumthin wrong (sumthin wrong)
caught me s-x texting on the smart phone (smart phone)
i’m like “what the f-ck is this b-tch on? ” (b-tch on)
her parents don’t really like her cause we know we be on that thug love
and they don’t get off in our business cause comments thicker than blood
but her brothers be try’na to test me size me up and mean mug
but they know that i pack that iron and i’m glued with the gloves
for the most part we cool and i respects they gangsta
i gotta baby by they sister we family i ain’t no stranger
me and my b-tch got one of them love/hate relationships we some fools
break up to make up then f-ck cussing arguing infused
she don’t wanna see me with her and i don’t wanna she her with you
but the problem with me and her is all we do is accuse
but at the end of the f-ckin day, i’m her man not her mouse
she got mo money than me, but i wear the pants in this house (biatch!)

[bridge:]
can’t live with em, can’t live without em
we put our trust in, but we still doubt em
me and my, me and my, me and, me and my b-tch
me and my, me and my, me and, me and my b-tch
i love her panties my n-gga she love my dirty draws
i love her panties my n-gga she love my dirty draws (uhh!)
can’t live with em, can’t live without em
we put our trust in but we still doubt em

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