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r.a. the rugged man – effin’ yo’ bitch lyrics

[verse 1]
ayo, i seen your b-tch at the club eyeing the grimy
rugged low life rapper, no life rapper
what she wanna look at me for?
i ain’t got sh-t, i got a little, white d-ck
six inches, the b-tch want it, she can get it
i don’t got nice sh-t
i don’t got platinum and ice sh-t
i got no life, b-tch – get it right, b-tch
come to the crib, we gon’ handle this
i don’t care who your man is
i got a dirty apartment with roaches, that’s where i take her
queens hillside avenue in jamaica
buy her later when i hit that, tap that
pull the -ss out, smack that
she a freak b-tch, she like to eat d-ck
she be telling me your secrets, your weaknesses
this is who you dream, b-tches
i’m in your crib now busting nuts on your silk sheets
soiling your mattress
bend her over backwards and sideway
last friday you was home
i was busy tearing her back out in the driveway
yeah, i’m probably the ugliest guy you ever saw
to you i’m probably poor
i’ll probably get your b-tch screaming for more
i got the b-tch fiending for d-ck, i’m probably right next door
you the sh-t, right? big wheels sh-t
you making platinum hits, i’m still f-cking your b-tch

[hook]
f-cking your b-tch, f-cking your b-tch
f-cking your b-tch, f-cking your b-tch
f-cking your b-tch, f-cking your b-tch
f-cking your b-tch, f-cking your b-tch
i be f-cking, f-cking, f-cking your b-tch
f-cking your b-tch, f-cking your b-tch
f-cking your b-tch
i be f-cking, f-cking, f-cking your b-tch
when you’re not around, i be f-cking your b-tch

[verse 2]
yeah, she ain’t grizzly, chicks be on my d-ck meat
your b-tch be probably with me
it’s so funny how a dirty motherf-cker like me
might be the one sticking d-ck up in your wifey
yeah, it’s true i’m a piece of sh-t and i’m proud of it
it’s true i’m here to defy the public
it’s true i’m tapping that -ss, every ounce of it
playing with her cl-toris, in your crib where your kids live
it’s ridiculous how this b-tch live
she the gang bang, take d-ck on her first date b-tch, your b-tch
she like it when i choke her, smack her, yolk her
twisting her like yoga, friends [?]
white buffalo, white trash soldier
bend her over, cobra
busting nuts on your sofa
yeah, i’m r&b, half rap sh-t
i got your b-tch on some ”hit-it-from-the-back” sh-t
s-x maniac sh-t, no prophylactic
my whole clique tapped it
she a bad b-tch, she talk sh-t, but she back it
i don’t care if i’m a born loser
i f-ck the dog sh-t out your b-tch while you make love to her
(he ain’t sh-t, right?
you’re k!lling it
i love you
yeah, love you too)
yeah, you right, see that, i’m not sh-t
but i never lie on my d-ck, i never pop sh-t
if i said i f-cked your b-tch it gotta be true
i got stds, now you got ’em too

[hook]

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