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too $hort - 2 bitches lyrics

[hook]
pimp n-ggas don’t pay a dime ppppppppppppooooooooooooooooopppppppppppppp
i’m f-cking two b-tches at the same time
then i hit the studio and i write a rhyme
i call it “tramp hoes ain’t hard to find”

[verse 1]
i took two b-tches to a hotel
i told em both “you know i won’t tell”
b-tch, curiosity k!lled the cat
you gotta l!ck the cl-t while i hit it from the back
don’t be stingy girl, l!ck my b-lls too
you was talkin big sh-t when i called you
you said you never f-cked another girl before
and you wanted me to help you so
b-tch, i took you down to the strip club
i told you “look around, who you wanna f-ck?”
you picked thick chocolate, big booty, big t-ts
i told her she could have you, and this d-ck
she got so excited she got off work early
jumped in the back and started l!ckin on my girlie
i couldn’t get home fast enough
now it’s time to f-ck

[hook]

[verse 2]
when we got to my room she started actin nervous
sat down and said “lets order room service”
i said “b-tch, what are ya smokin?
a big fat d-ck coming from east oakland”
i stuck it in her mouth, she started moanin
i said “hang up, get off my telephone, b-tch”
i put the game down immediately
i’m a vet from the town, started freaking them freaks
and once they started, they couldn’t stop
i f-ck ’em for awhile then i kick back and watch
two b-tches at the same time
and neither one of these hoes is mine
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m a player
i been doin this for years, i got b-tches everywhere
you think i’m paying hoes? you got the game distorted
you a trick, mad cause you can’t afford it

[hook]

[verse 3]
them b-tches kissed twenty minutes straight non-stop
strip girl on the bottom, ‘lil momma on top
it was beautiful, you know what happened next
spent twenty more minutes l!cking each other’s br–sts
two t-tty sucking hoes, navels and toes
b-tch rolled her on her stomach, l!cked her -ssh0l-
i was smokin on a fat one, layin in the cut
after seeing this sh-t, i ain’t wanna f-ck
i wanna see how long they can keep goin
i don’t know, i fell asleep on ’em
when i woke up i was getting my d-ck sucked
these hoes h-rny as f-ck, they can’t get enough
i was f-cking them sl-ts ’til the sun came up
nut in both their mouths, you ever done that stuff?
dog baby, this sh-t ain’t really nuthin to me
you better handcuff your ho or i’ll be f-cking your freak, n-gga

[hook]

sing it, pimp n-ggas don’t pay a dime
i’m f-ckin two b-tches at the same time
f-cking two b-tches at the same time
let ’em know pimp n-ggas don’t pay a dime, b-tch
hit the studio and write a rhyme
these tramps ain’t hard to find n-gga
b-tch
two b-tches
two of ’em
2 delicious b-tches

- too hort lyrics

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