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poison clan - all they good 4 lyrics

(yo, my n-gga, f-ck that b-tch! tell them all they good for!)

verse 1: jt money
time for them b-tches with the
weave and bangols, big ear rings, and jangols
walkin’ ’round town lookin’ all pretty
actin’ all seditty, att-tude sh-tty!
you can’t front on me, b-tch, i know ya -ss
you was valedictorian of my cl-ss
used to copy your papers, you lil’ nerd
now you tryin’ to get fly? that sh-t’s for the birds!
seen you every day jumpin’ in cars
bmw’s, benz’s and jaguars
guess you’re lettin’ all the dope n-ggas hit ya
see you on the picture, lettin’ three get ya
i remember when n-ggas couldn’t touch you
sold you a buck or two, now they can f-ck you!
you got to rap, now i guess that’s kinda fun
because you made projects from 1991
simply nothin’, hoe! you gets nothin’, hoe!
seen you on film, and now you’re frontin’? yo
b-tch, don’t try to flauge, ’cause all you good for
is some head and a back m-ssage!

all they good for! (4x)

verse 2: jt money
i know this b-tch who f-cked n-ggas with big money
now she got a big tummy, lookin’ like a big dummy
told another hoe she fiendin’ for john doe
don’t even know his last name and claims she gettin’ john’s dough
hoe, you ain’t nothin’ but a trick b-tch
schemin’ on n-ggas, tryin’ to get rich
talkin’ bout, “so-and-so is my n-gga,”
sittin’ on your -ss while your bank account’s gettin’ bigger
but one n-gga bust you up and ran
now you stuck with a baby on your hands
lookin’ at the next man? don’t even bother
it’s not my fault you don’t know your baby’s father
you wouldn’t know the n-gga now if you see him!
only thing you know is that the n-gga drives a bm
seen (?), now you layin’ on the mattress
don’t know his name, phone number or his address
and you even needs that to get a case
dumb b-tch, lookin’ like sh-t in the face
sit yo’ -ss down, take the loss, and
use that burgundy check for an abortion
’cause, hoe, you can never live large
all you good for is some head and a back m-ssage

all they good for!
b-tch, all you good for!
trick hoe, all you good for!
stinkin’ mouth b-tch, all you good for!
sl-t, all you good for!
get off my d-ck, hoe!
(heyyyyy, just gimme some more!)

verse 3: jt money
i hate b-tches that try to play dumb
i got 99 motherf-ckin’ problems; a b-tch ain’t one
see hoes walkin’ ’round with tight clothes
in spandex – blacks, even white hoes!
lookin’ like sl-ts! draws up they b-tt
and they frontin’ and want to f-ck!
they ain’t nothin’ but d-ck-teasers
need to stop fakin’ and let a n-gga skeeze ya
or you’ll be the b-tch that i hate
or a motherf-ckin’ victim of date rape
i know you’re with it, so just get it and just shut up
get in your stance, face down and your b-tt up
come out that skirt and that shirt so i can insert
go to work, do your dirt, make it hurt, then squirt
on your back, like a mack is supposed to
grab the d-ck, make it spit on your clothes too
’cause all you do is splak!
talkin’ ’bout whippin’ me? oh, b-tch, it ain’t all that!
jt money is too large! and all you good for
is some head and a back m-ssage!

all they good for!
stinkin’ mouth b-tch, all you good for!
stank p-ssy hoe, all you good for!
stupid–ss trick, you know what i want!

just suck a n-gga’ d-ck, hoe!

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