mr lil one - yeah yeah yeah lyrics
[mr. lil’ one:]
that’s right, lil’ one (ha ha, that’s right)
baby beesh, homeboy (let ’em know)
yeah (ha ha)
let’s get it houston, homey, doin’ their thang (that’s right)
homie, f-ck these hoes, man (f-ck b-tches)
yeah, you love me, i know that, b-tch (f-ck b-tches)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ha ha ha ha (yeah)
you all ain’t sh-t, f-ck you up, lookin’ like this (i’ll f-ck you up)
for real, yo
[verse 1: mr. lil’ one]
started off a long time ago, sittin’ in the city
b-tches showin’ off my name tatted on they t-tty (lil’ one)
little booty lookin’ pretty
my att-tude is sh-tty
i’m interested in nothin’, but f-ckin’ up the kitty
i f-ck ’em
i leave ’em
lie
deceive ’em
tell you, “i’m an -sshole, ” believe him
ah!
what am i do, dog?
you know the game
open up their legs, all these b-tches look the same
same groupie little b-tches
lookin’ so delicious
i’m the sickest, i’m pointin’ where my d-ck is
you know what to do?
sl-tty b-tch hoe
oh
no, you’ve never done this before?
then where’d you learn that, b-tch?
i didn’t teach you
don’t make me beat you, the first day i meet you (f-ck you up)
i reached you with my hand on my nuts
give my nuts to your mouth, for raisin’ you a sl-t
[chorus:]
[female:] i love you
[mr. lil’ one:] yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[female:] i need you
[mr. lil’ one:] yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[female:] don’t you want me
[mr. lil’ one:] yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[female:] don’t you trust me
[mr. lil’ one:] yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
[verse 2: baby bash]
another day, another peso, from the h-town, to dego
from the v-town, to weko, they b-tches give it a pay-ho
but hey, hoe
go fill your t-tties up with playdoe
talkin’ about, “bash, can i jump on your payroll? ”
but say, hoe, why don’t you shave that hairy navel
bend over on the table, let me bust a fado
hasta la luego, whatever your name is
she only wanted pee-pee cause she thought, i was famous
she’s a groupie
she can’t sue me
got her on tape with three fingers in her coochie
p-ssin’ me the doobie, lookin’ for the lighter
beggin’ me to bust a fat nut, up inside her
[chorus x2]
[verse 3: don cisco]
these groupie sl-ts ain’t sh-t, but some penetration
so i treat ’em just some d-ck, and feed ’em conversation
teaching to hit licks, tricks and set up connections
b-tch, ain’t we gettin’ rich ain’t worth the inch of my erection
same goes for you rich independent
upper cl-ss b-tches with cash, too stinky to spend it
question
no, i ain’t a captain with a cape on
flyin’ through the air, tryin’ to
handcuff and save ’em
me and baby bash from the
smash-a-hoe nation
don cisco
frisco mex, my occupation
break ’em
shake ’em (then it’s)
check out time
get your broke -ss back to the welfare line
lazy hoes don’t get no sympathy
and ain’t no females
pimpin’ me, hun
so i took the whippy hooker downstairs
and shook her left in the hotel, i’ll be lookin’ for my producer
suckers, what you used to
but f-ck that
i only get with stripper chicks and boosters
to kick in chips
when they choose ya
i know you a money pimp
you like to suck it up
like a hoover
[chorus x2]
[female:]
i love you
i need you
don’t you want me
don’t you trust me
i love you
i need you
don’t you want me
don’t you trust me
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