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suga free - i'd rather give you my bitch lyrics

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whatcha gonna do? do you wanna get out?
whatcha gonna do? baby
do you wanna get out? tell me
whatcha gonna do? do you wanna get out?
whatcha gonna do? do you wanna get out?

i’d rather give you my b-tch pay attention
i’d rather give you my b-tch
i’d rather give you my b-tch then to let you breathe
on my last bit of indo smoke
i’d rather give you my b-tch tonight

you wanna hit my joint but i’d rather let you f-ck my b-tch
suck her t-ts and she’ll suck yo d-ck
and sense 1 mans trash is another mans treasure
you gets no part of my weed but you can have my b-tch heather
she like every other b-tch i get
i’d rather give you my b-tch, my whole b-tch, and nothing but my b-tch

’cause anybody that can bleed for 5 days and don’t die
plus develop an att-tude, go to sleep wake up
and look at me dead in my eyes, ain’t for me playa
oh, nah, maybe for you
suga fide that sleaze walkin’ b-tch i thought you knew who i’m true

i gotta get mine, i wanna get mine, i need to get mine
i’m wasting my time
’cause playa’s do what they want to, yeah
and suckers do what they can
you, you, can’t, can’t, gat, gat, me me, b-tch

i love being rich
i wantcha but i don’t needcha
let your momma tell ya how ta make a n-gg- please ya
not knowin’ that i’m 10 steps ahead of lisa
and the bull so she’s runnin’ against the grain, what?

i’d rather give you my b-tch, then to let you breathe
on my last bit of indo smoke
i’d rather give you my b-tch, then to let you breathe again, breathe again
i’d rather give you my b-tch what ’cause you been trickin’
you be thinkin’ with your d-ck and sh-t b-tch
i’d rather give you my b-tch ta tonight

hi, ho, silver
b-tch, if you look at me like that again, oh, i’m subject ta kill ya
’cause love ain’t nothin’ but 2 people feelin’ sorry for each other
then hittin’ divorce court to pay child support to your baby’s mother
here comes the sheriff knockin’ at my front door
with a warrant for my arrest ’cause i refuse to pay a hoe

sh-t, ain’t no p-ssy good enough for me to split have my sh-t
i wouldn’t give a squirt of p-ss to save a broke b-tch
gimme this, gimme that, do you got, can i have
that’s all i hear b-tch i’ll beat your -ss
i bet i’ll never hear a b-tch say she’s broke
as long as she’s got some p-ssy with some -ss and a deep throat

and ooo-eee
it ain’t a b-tch breathing today that can do me
she use ta be a sweet taste in my mouth
but now i want to knock her motherf-cking -ss out
i ain’t ready to f-ck i stick my d-ck in your throat
pay me and pay me no attention b-tch ’cause i’ma keep the growth

f-ck that girlfriend b-tch you need a nasty hoe
so she work that c-nt until she can’t no, mo’
yeah, hey dj quik beat this sh-t, back
i got a brand new back flap that’ll park her like ah cadillac
now be a man n-gg- check that b-tch
and if you smell something stankin’ tha’s me ’cause i be sh-ttin’

i’d rather give you my b-tch, then to let you breathe
on my last bit of indo smoke
i’d rather give you my b-tch, then to let you breathe again, breathe again
i’d rather give you my b-tch, what? ’cause you been trickin’
you be thinkin’ with your d-ck and sh-t b-tch
i’d rather give you my b-tch, ta tonight
i’d rather give you my b-tch, tonight

and loco ‘y’, little groove, little gun, maniac
little ‘c’, beninjaren, and termintes, charlie mack
‘b’ dog, gangster greg, little greg, eminem
mountian flem, down 1, crazy ‘t’, little sim
‘d’ mack, gangster dirt, elbo, ray dog, ‘g’ wood
and baby insane pimp this mack
see i could be broke as a joke sayin’

hey, homie can i get you ta sell some of your smoke
and could you ta sell me some of that drink, glug, glug
but i bang, bang, chitty, chitty
lips, hips, fingertips, -ss and t-tties
now, ah ha, schooled you
and that’s how we do it in pamona fo’

i left ha
ol’ monkey mouth toe up -ss raggedy heather
b-tch you lookin’ like somebody dug you up, and drugged you up
and stood you up, and f-cked you up
nah, still the mind and the body must follow
now she ride around her mouth wantin’ d-ck to swallow
and right before i go, please donate my brain to captain save ah, hoe

i’d rather give you my b-tch, i’d rather give you my b-tch
i’d rather give you my b-tch, then to let you breathe
on the shorts of my indo smoke
i’d rather give you my b-tch, then to let you breathe again, breathe again
i’d rather give you my b-tch, what? ’cause you been trickin’
you be thinkin’ with your d-ck and sh-t b-tch
i’d rather give you my b-tch, ta, tonight

i’d rather give you my b-tch, i’d rather give you my b-tch
i’d rather give you my b-tch, then to let you breathe
on my last bit of indo smoke
i’d rather give you my b-tch, ta tonight

i’d rather give you my b-tch
i’d rather give you my b-tch
i’d rather give you my b-tch

i’d rather give you my b-tch
i’d rather give you my b-tch
i’d rather give you my b-tch

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