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potna deuce - tramp bitch lyrics

[dh]
man, a motherf-cker’s sick f-ckin with a tramp b-tch
hoe [?] for the next motherf-cker’s d-ck?
i ain’t the one, two, three or the fo’
so b-tch, break your knuckles when your at dh’s do’
oh, you in the house to f-ck?
open up your mouth and suck
if you’re tryina get paid, b-tch, good luck
man mike what’s wrong?
man, the b-tch is gone
i mean the c-ck is weak, but the head is real strong
tramp b-tch
this ain’t no love triangle
but i’ma let my nuts dangle
so don’t violate or i’ma prosecute
i’m treatin you tramp b-tches like prost-tutes
tramp b-tch, and that’s the truth
tramp b-tch, it’s potna deuce

[verse 1: beesh]
now i’m tryina get paid in the large way
i want the real b-tter b-tch, not the parkay
somebody holdin on to my pocket, that’s for sho’
but catch a motherf-ckin bo’ as i keep my playa stroll
intact, in fact i gotta get back ta
my people so that beesh can act a
fool [?] with my folks on tilt
where the money is my honey and the c-ck is killed
so tramp b-tch, it’s stage left when i’m wild and loose
i’m doin damage to the bush like child abuse
and i got a message for the playa-hatin crew
grab a d-ck, start smokin up the root
i got your b-tch and your b-tch’s friend ridin my draws
sugar walls for my donkey b-lls
but don’t trip cause i’m hittin ’em swell
on top of that i’m full of dank, now i think it’s time to bail
out playa life is all about
get the money, get the women, have all the clout
so make way for them swingin motherf-ckers from the town of the v
you f-ckin around with me
you f-ck around with the c-r-e-w
bringin trouble to my foes
i’m checkin sucker f-ckin punk hoes
like that cooley cool and i’m cool
so tramp b-tches in the house, man, f-ck you

[verse 2: rube]
i talks bad, way bad about a silly tramp b-tch
and you know i can’t switch
comin like this cause i gives a b-tch naythin
dogs like me hoes never had faith in
-ss, hip, rim, cool, i’m at her
i told you befo’ man, t-tties don’t matter
and if a b-tch keep on snoopin rube
i be diggin all up in them fallopian tubes
it’s so true, i gots no affection after the s-xin
it’s a fact, i can’t be goin bare back
nowadays hoes pack nothin but luggage
and still be tryina talk a lotta rubbish
so f-ck a dumb tramp and that sh-tty b-tch
i’ma try to get her 450 licks
stick my d-ck in between her big lips
bust a fat nut and then split
cause it’s on to the fullest extent
i only f-ck tramps when i’m bent just to block the scent
keep her on gurpin till she hurtin, say later b-tch
kick back, get tacked and eat potato chips
you gets no respect from me, troop
f-ck you, it’s from my whole d-mn group
done f-cked half them n-gg-z i grew up with
so i won’t hesitate to call you a b-tch

[verse 3: chezski]
i should be grippin yak from the dark hook
and beat up on the dug-out till it’s all shook
and one day if the wild thing’s h-t and used
gripped a little rough when they swingin with potna deuce
tell me what the little house is h-ttin foe’ [?]
tramp b-tches duckin from the gut runna killa
still a got ajar with a slim jammy
far from a [?] you was flammy
tramp b-tch knows about the late night jingle
i’m perved and i wanna feel the pipe shake and tingle
took her to the spot and all the fabric gets peeled
the b-tch got me stunned, sinkin straight for the tilt
first i gotta hold and show the tramp all the skills
clench to the couch, wantin only cheap thrills
doggy dirty d-ck ’em from the back, dude
arms in the air, talkin dirty gettin way rude
and grip daddy’s found up at the frontline
hoggin on a pocket little somethin for the second time
it keeps poppin fast till they straight get her
batter up, b-tch, with your designated hitter
he gives it right back like a player should
and all the time she’s thinkin to herself that it’s all good
hmmmm and i never want ’em
i’m chezski the champ puttin thangs on ’em

[dh]
haha
now y’all know
a tramp b-tch is just another tramp, stank–ss hoe
tramp b-tch
(that’s how you feel about a b-tch?)
that’s the only way i can feel about a tramp b-tch right about now
never loved ’em
tramp b-tch

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