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psychopathic rydas - thug bitch lyrics

[intro: bullet, lil’ shank, & ]

good p+ssy’s hard to find
man, h+ll yeah!
b+tch
and i want a b+tch with a eyepatch!
you know what i’m sayin’? i want good p+ssy
a little deuce+deuce in her panties
’cause i don’t want no ballerina b+tch
man, i’ma f+ck me a thug b+tch!
i want a thug, motherf+cker!
i want some thug p+ssy, b+tch!
[verse 1: bullet]
she shot her last man in the neck (uh)
somethin’ ’bout his little d+ck wouldn’t get erect, he he!
i likes that about her (thug b+tch)
she called me a punk motherf+cker when i plowed her, it’s lame without her
she’s the leader of a gang, spends a lot of time behind bars
tats on her face and bad titty job scars
i tried to beat the p+ssy up, but she beats the d+ck down
she k!lled someone, let me f+ck, stole my truck, and split town

[verse 2: lil’ shank]
thug b+tch with the cornrow braids
since you all about the chips and you wanna get paid
never worried ’bout all the money that i made
’cause she made her own and keep it close like a fade
keep the heater close, it’ll make you run in your parade
drinkin’ 40 out the brew and never toast to champagne
a shotgun ride, and my side the campaign
and quick to leave a motherf+cker flat with no brains
i call her snow white like a kid on cocaine
’cause she b+lls harder than b+tches with no game
and when she get freaky, put my d+ck in her mouth
and then she suck it ’til it dry like a b+tch with no shame
no fame, hood rich, a hood b+tch, a gat in the waist, always willin’ to k!ll sh+t
and you know me, i was down for ill sh+t, so ‘nother bud love for my ryda thug b+tch!
[chorus: bullet & lil’ shank]
she’s my thug b+tch (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
[?] let’s smoke, get high, unload the pistol, and do a drive+by
she’s crazy (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
how she do it, how she do it, how she do it, how she do it?
she’s crazy (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
[?] let’s smoke, get high, unload the pistol, and do a drive+by
this b+tch is crazy (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
she’s crazy (how she do it, how she do it, how she do it, how she do it?)

[verse 3: foe foe]
my thug b+tch is named [?]
some of ya’ll have seen her by my side in the ride and her demeanor is wild
when i get drunk and i get a little too high
she like screamin’ at the stars in the sky by moonlight
and she love to fight, love to see a ryda get right
and i’m thinkin’ that i really wanna keep her, so i hold on tight
and i love to feel like it’s just my type
and i gotta get any one of them there thug chicks
but for now, my gun’s my b+tch
love a motherf+cker, either poor or rich, and that’s the way that i’m keepin’ sh+t

[verse 4: full clip]
a mouth full of gold t++th (sh+t!), nickel+plated in her waist (yeah!)
when it comes to pullin’ it (sup), the b+tch won’t hesitate (uh)
she got 6 kids from 5 different baby daddies (whoo!)
little badass motherf+ckers, all bound for the penitentiary ([?])
but i don’t give a f+ck, she always makes sure i have my khakis creased (yeah!)
got my gats laid out, first to throw down at the first sign of beef (pap, pap, pap!)
bonafide hood rat, but for now, she my thug b+tch
in the passenger side (yup!), blazin’ heat, she don’t ever miss
[chorus: bullet & lil’ shank]
she’s my thug b+tch (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
[?] let’s smoke, get high, unload the pistol, and do a drive+by
this b+tch is crazy (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
how she do it, how she do it, how she do it, how she do it?
that b+tch is crazy (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
[?] let’s smoke, get high, unload the pistol, and do a drive+by
she’s my thug b+tch (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
how she do it, how she do it, how she do it, how she do it?

[verse 5: yung dirt]
yeah, she’s my ride+or+die baby, she’s my thug princess
keep one pistol in a louis bag, the other tucked in her dress
she down for me, back since i put her in this game
and the p+ssy so good, it have you geekin’ like it’s cocaine
she know the gangsta’s code and always there when the glock reloaded
always there with a brand+new clip, never flinch, in a pinch, when the glock exploded
and best believe a lady tricks ain’t for kids
and i’m the only thug that love ’em and you know who i is (yung dirt!)

[verse 6: cell block]
my thug b+tch (yeah) might tear up the club, drop it to the floor
give me some (give it to me), she’s really somethin’
sh+t pop off and she on my side, bustin’
ak spray like a ghetto bag, dumpin’
ran out of ammo, got the gauge, started pumpin’ (yeah!)
ain’t scared of nothin’, ain’t hearin’ sh+t, thug b+tch
down for the dirt and i love it (d+mn!)
she never frontin’ when we bustin’, uh!

[chorus: bullet & lil’ shank]
she’s my thug b+tch (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
[?] let’s smoke, get high, unload the pistol, and do a drive+by
she’s f+ckin’ crazy (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
how she do it, how she do it, how she do it, how she do it?
she’s crazy (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
[?] let’s smoke, get high, unload the pistol, and do a drive+by
my thug b+tch (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
how she do it, how she do it, how she do it, how she do it?
she’s f+ckin’ crazy (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
[?] let’s smoke, get high, unload the pistol, and do a drive+by
this b+tch is crazy (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
she’s crazy (how she do it, how she do it, how she do it, how she do it?)
that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch
[?] let’s smoke, get high, unload the pistol, and do a drive+by
she’ll shoot you in the back (that’s my thug b+tch, thug b+tch)
shoot you in the back (how she do it, how she do it, how she do it, how she do it?)
she’s crazy

[outro: sweet daddy coconut]
yeah, we’re live
go on, turn your radio down, turn it up, i don’t give a sh+t
that was the musical stylings of the psychopathic rydas with thug b+tch
and that one is mmm+mmm+mmm [?] in my book
you’re listening to the coconut corner with sweet daddy coconut on 187.b+tch on your fm dial+

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