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rucka rucka ali - smack my bitch lyrics

dinner’s running late behind, so i hit a b-tch in the eye
i told her once, then i tell her twice, now get the ice
you f–ked up my rice!

told a b-tch to get me some snacks, she must’ve thought i said “go relax”
i took my belt off and whooped her -ss
then took a bath, smoking my pipe…

smacking my b-tch, let a b-tch know
smacking her cheek when she burning the toast
smacking that ho, with all my might
shut that b-tch up, when she’s supposed to be quiet!

smack. my. b-tch.
nah, don’t be talking back, i ain’t got time for that!
smack. my. b-tch.
girl, what you talkin’ ’bout? just shut your f–king mouth!

g-grew up on the rough side of town
i looked up to men like chris brown
i saw my momma get smacked around
my father’s brown, he’s younger than me!

i told the b-tch all of my demands
make some sammiches for ya man!
i ate too many and cr-pped my pants, then swung my hand
i smack her and sing…

smacking my b-tch, let my fist go
smashing her teeth like a ten-n-is pro!
smacking that ho, sippin’ high life
did you forget i want food before five?

smack. my. b-tch.
i don’t mean shootin’ smack, it does mean also that…
(i smack my b-tch in hollywood)
smack. my. b-tch.
i don’t be smokin’ crack, ’cause drugs are f–king bad!
(drugs are bad, m’kay?)

you… left the tv… on honey boo boo!
sunday at 9, on tlc!

smacking my b-tch, let that b-tch know
smacking my trick, just to let our love grow
one i hope, i’ll make her my wife
and smack my b-tch up, for the rest of my life!

smacking my b-tch, smacking my ho
smacking her cheek when she burning the toast
smacking that ho, with all my might
shut that b-tch up, when she’s supposed to be quiet!

smack. my. b-tch.
nah, don’t be talking back, i ain’t got time for that!
smack. my. b-tch.
girl, what you talkin’ ’bout? just shut your f–king mouth!

smacking my b-tch, let my fist go
smashing her teeth like a ten-n-is pro!
smacking that ho, sippin’ high life
did you forget i want food before five?
smack. my. b-tch.
i don’t mean shootin’ smack, it does mean also that…
(i smack my b-tch in hollywood)
smack. my. b-tch.
i don’t be smokin’ crack, ’cause drugs are f–king bad!
(drugs are bad, m’kay?)
yeah, b-tch… didn’t i done tell you?!
ow… i’m sorry… i’m sorry.
i come home, and dinner is pizza? and it’s cold?!

- rucka rucka ali lyrics

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