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rza - domestic violence pt2 lyrics

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you ain’t shhh, ya momma ain’t shhh
your daddy ain’t sh-t, your p-ssy ain’t shhh
b-tch, you ain’t shhh, your friends ain’t shh
your whip ain’t shhh, pocketbook ain’t shhh

you talk that shhh but girl you ain’t shhh
your momma ain’t shhh, your daddy ain’t shhh
you talkin’ sh-t girl, your p-ssy ain’t sh-t
your friends ain’t sh-t, you whip ain’t shhh

you see these wizards out here, trynna floss like
i wear the pants dada, i’m the boss papa
i’m a survivor, i play the course dada
they got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha

see i don’t need a man, don’t need to see a man
but it seems to me ho, you wanna be a man
you tinkerbell and your girlfriend is peter pan
strap on the ky jelly, you wanna eat ya friend

i know the type, come down and take a little pipe
then run up and call me cupcakes, say, “i didn’t f-ck you right”
sh-t, call me now, like that b-tch on the tube with the tarot cards
‘cuz mushy gushy still goin’ for sale on the boulevard

now i didn’t i see, didn’t i see you walk on the p-rno flicks
givin’ brain at the same, give no b-mper hit
get them bent across seas, d-mn near done rapped the world
and you qualify, my book here’s a nasty girl

you ain’t sh-t, yo mama ain’t sh-t
yo daddy ain’t sh-t, yo p-ssy ain’t sh-t, b-tch
you ain’t sh-t, your friends ain’t sh-t
your whip ain’t sh-t, pocketbook ain’t sh-t

you ain’t sh-t, yo daddy ain’t sh-t
yo mama ain’t sh-t and yo p-ssy ain’t sh-t, b-tch
you ain’t sh-t, your friends ain’t sh-t
your whip ain’t sh-t, pocketbook ain’t sh-t, b-tch

hey bobby, i know this loot gobbler, hard kn-bber
more peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter
drawers up her -ss wipe, what you want
and what you need, and what you get is two different things

pulled over, pea street and put the b-tch out in the rain
lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus
gipp ain’t never been touched, left insane, drunk off of [unverified] lush
hush, sh-t-kicker licker, stronger than wild turkey liquor
tryin’ to entice her, movin’ to hit her but i’d rather forget her n-gg-

bodododo, plus her knees be purple, gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle
and goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow, swallow
i met this caramel sundae, her name was betty boo
she put her period blood in her spaghetti stew
(f-ck no, f-ck no)

i knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter
she filled her baby’s ba-ba up with toilet water
and sun dew, the whole clan used to run threw
her power u, then just bless her wit the hair doo
b-tch, i pack a horse d-ck, plus you know my chain is frosted
one f-ck from the apple head and shorty lost it

‘cuz you ain’t sh-t, yo mama ain’t sh-t
yo daddy ain’t sh-t, yo cousins ain’t sh-t, b-tch
you ain’t sh-t, yo whip ain’t sh-t
pocketbook ain’t sh-t and yo friends ain’t sh-t, b-tch

you ain’t sh-t, yo folks ain’t sh-t
yo lawyer ain’t sh-t, yo b-mper car ain’t sh-t, b-tch
you ain’t sh-t, yo boyfriend ain’t sh-t
your last name ain’t sh-t, your whole family ain’t sh-t, b-tch

f-ckin’ around, n-gg- from israel
bobby digital, big gipp a.k.a. mute
straight from the underground, we gone

- rza lyrics

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