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future - bitches ain't shit lyrics

dr dre
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b-tches ain’t sh-t”(feat. snoop dogg, dat n-gg- daz, kurupt, jewel
[snoop] b-tches ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks…
[chorus: snoop (2x)]
b-tches ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks
lick on deez nutz and suck the d-ck
get’s the f-ck out after you’re done
and i hops in my ride to make a quick run…
[dr. dre]
i used to know a b-tch named eric wright
we used to roll around and f-ck the hoes at night
tight than a m-th-rf-cka with the gangsta beats
and we was ballin’ on the m-th-f-ckin’ compton streets
peep, the sh-t got deep and it was on
number 1 song after number 1 song
long as my m-th-f-ckin’ pockets was fat
i didn’t give a f-ck where the b-tch was at
but she was hangin’ with a white b-tch doin’ the sh-t she do
suckin’ on his d-ck just to get a buck or 2
and the few ends she got didn’t mean nothin’
now she’s suing cuz the sh-t she be doin’ ain’t sh-t
b-tch can’t hang with the streets, she found herself short
so now she’s takin’ me to court
it’s real conversation for your -ss
so recognize and p-ss to daz
[dat n-gg- daz]
now as i’m rollin’ with my n-gg- dre and eastwood
f-ckin’ hoes, clockin’ dough up to no good
we flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(snoop: but we don’t love them hoes) b-tch, and it’s like that
this is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
and get your dash on
while you’re chillin’, with your homies and sh-t
and how my n-gg-z kick the anthem like this
[snoop] beeeyyaaachhh!
(chorus)
[kurupt]
…to the store, to get me a 4-0
snoop doggy dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
so i head down the street to long beach
just so i could meet, a freak
to lick me from my head to my feet
and i’m here, now i’m ready to be done up
nothin’ but homies around so i puts my gun up
b-tches on my nuts like clothes
but i’m from the pound and we don’t love them hoes
how could you trust a hoe? [snoop:] why? [echoed 3x]
cuz a hoe’s a trick
we don’t love them tricks [snoop:] why? [echoed 3x]
cuz a trick’s a b-tch
and my d-ck’s constantly in her mouth
and turnin’ them trick -ss hoes the f-ck out
now…
[snoop doggy dogg]
i once had a b-tch named mandy may
used to be up in them guts like everyday
the p-ssy was the bomb, had a n-gg- on sprung
i was in love like a m-th-f-cka lickin’ the protung
the homies used to tell me that she wasn’t no good
but i’m the maniac in black, mr. snoop eastwood
so i figure n-gg-z wouldn’t trip with mine
guess what? got gaffled by one time
i’m back to the m-th-f-ckin’ county jail
6 months on my chest, now it’s time to bail
i get’s released on a hot sunny day
my n-gg- d.o.c. and my homey dr dre
scooped in a coupe, snoop we got news
your girl was trickin’ while you was draped in your county blues
i ain’t been out a second
and already gotta do some m-th-f-ckin chin checkin
move up the block as we groove down the block
see my girl’s house, dre, p-ss the glock
kick in the do’, i look on the flo’
it’s my little cousin daz and he’s f-ckin’ my hoe, yo
(b-tches ain’t sh-t)
i unc-cked my sh-t… i’m heart-broke but i’m still loc’ed
man, f-ck a b-tch!
[chorus]
[jewell]
(dr. dre in background “b-tches ain’t sh-t”)
i don’t give a f-ck about a b-tch
but i and her know that they can’t fade this
cause i’m doin my own thingdown with the sw-ng
i’m hangin’ with death row like it ain’t no thing
i say you know can’t deal
cuz i’m a btich that’s real
motherf-cker need to step back, h-ll yeah
they need to chill
because i don’t give a f-ck
and i don’t give a f-ck [x3]
and now i gotta do some…
and now i gotta do some sh-t that’s clean
but when i’m on a d-ck, h-ll yeah, i get real mean
like a washing machine
i can wash the clothes
all the hoes knows
that i’m on the flo’ ho
but they can’t hang with my type on sw-ng
i ain’t tryin’ to say i suck every ding-a-lang
but just the juicy ones
witht he tip of the tongue
and then their sprung
with the nuts hung
[dr. dre:] b-tches ain’t sh-t

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