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too $hort – fuck them lyrics

[intro: bishop of crunk]
eh
yeah
arf
f+ck them
hah hah
hah hah
yeah

[chorus: too $hort & bishop of crunk]
f+ck them
f+ck them
n+gga, f+ck them
that’s what i said
f+ck them
f+ck them
i don’t give a f+ck about you boys
f+ck them
i don’t give a f+ck about your crew
f+ck them
i don’t give a f+ck about your b+tches
f+ck them
n+gga, what?

[verse 1: too $hort]
h+ll na, don’t trust them
rich ass n+ggas out loud, i say f+ck them
he’s a b+tch ass n+gga, cashing out hoes on the spot, he’s a trick
give a b+tch everything he got so quick
now his wife’s a ho
his girl’s a sl+t
see a big d+ck, and they ready to f+ck
yeah i f+ck them, i let your hoes buy me gifts
and [?] f+ck them
f+ck them with a long wide d+ck
i’ll f+ck your b+tch til her p+ssy hurts
then dig in her perse, and show her what it’s worth
i don’t even know why you would sponcer that ho
’cause all she said you like to do is grind on her slow
b+tches do that for free
you ain’t know?
they don’t ever charge me, you must be slow
you couldn’t get out of [?] with a latter
to all the backstabbers, and all the mad rappers
[chorus: too $hort & bishop of crunk]
f+ck them
f+ck them
n+gga, f+ck them
that’s what i said
f+ck them
f+ck them
i don’t give a f+ck about you boys
f+ck them
i don’t give a f+ck about your crew
f+ck them
i don’t give a f+ck about your b+tches
f+ck them
n+gga, what?

[verse 2: too $hort]
h+ll na, i don’t trust them
f+ck these hoes
get these nuts when i bust them
get up and get my clothes
you ain’t [?] me, with your stanking weed
i ain’t tryna traid love for my bank receats
but you ain’t nothing but a [?] and yur p+ssy [?] fresh
when i got you undressed, and i put you to the test
you got an f
you flunked, you failed, you f+cked up, oh well
i guess i’m too real for these b+tches
and these lame ass suckers with no game
saying f+ckers
they wish we wouldn’t hear, but man, they can’t [?]
so get back, n+gga, while i get stacks, n+gga
i once fell off, but i bounced back, n+gga
had to call on my b+tch, to get the cheese
go fall on some d+cks and get 50 g’s
that’s what it’s made for, the p+ssy’s on the payroll
you not a pimp, she’s not a ho, dang, gotta play the role
[chorus: too $hort & bishop of crunk]
f+ck them
f+ck them
n+gga, f+ck them
that’s what i said
f+ck them
f+ck them
i don’t give a f+ck about you boys
f+ck them
i don’t give a f+ck about your crew
f+ck them
i don’t give a f+ck about your b+tches
f+ck them
n+gga, what?

- too hort lyrics

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