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too $hort - just like dope lyrics

[too $hort]
it’s that high
the p-ssy’s just like dope
it’s that dope

even, if, you don’t, want no mo’
even if you don’t want no mo’
the p-ssy’s just like dope

first time you got a shot, you was hooked
when she walked into your life, you never shoulda looked
ain’t no rehab for p-ssy, it won’t hurt me
you just like cigarettes and goin cold turkey
that’s all you ever think about
nasty -ss hoes’ll give you stank mouth
first thing in the morning, she’s on your mind
twenty minute kisses, all the time
bomb -ss head, hit it from the back
she be ridin yo’ d-ck like a horse bareback
you ever wonder where she learned that?
the b-tch’ll pull a pimp’s perm back
special handlin, d-ck’s the package
it’s mine – you gon’ let me have it back b-tch?
good p-ssy make you fall in love
you better say no to drugs

chorus: too $hort

it’s like heroin (heroin, heroin)
the p-ssy’s just like dope
even, if, you don’t, want no mo’
the p-ssy’s just like dope

[too $hort]
i chose to say no to drugs
p-ssy throw them thangs beat yo’ -ss like thugs
have you whipped, creamin in yo’ hand and sh-t
call her every day and can’t stand the b-tch
you old p-ssy -ss sucker n-ggas
still love hoes that f-ck other n-ggas
can’t tell you nothin, you need counselin
f-ck that sh-t, keep poundin it
i’m talkin bout some stay wet
bustin big nuts in her face sh-t
d-ck thrustin like a sp-ceship
red snapper’s what i call that p-ssy
why you askin stupid questions like would she
suck yo’ d-ck — you ain’t know?
it was p-ssed down to her from her kinfolks
momma and her aunties was freaks
kryptonite p-ssy got you weak

chorus

[e-40]
uh-huh.. oooh!
some of these b-tches is garden tools, and i don’t mean shovels
i mean hoes hoes experts at workin they p-ssy muscles
literally (??) over these hoes, n-ggas’ll fight and scr-p for
but see i don’t play that sh-t, i beat a bootch down with a belt buckle
the first thing you wanna do is go down on a botch, and eat her crabby
knowin that there botch still got lead in her -ss from yesterday
i’m on your botch — size 44d bodacious br–sts
but the b-tch got mo’ miles on her than southwest
don’t, you, get it dis-com-bob-u-la-ted (discombobulated)
she used to have a 70’s bush – until i shaved it (until i shaved it)
beatch, beatch!
now you all in front of her momma’s house, blowin your h-rn
(blowin your h-rn) all in front of her momma’s house, blowin your h-rn
suicide, dial that girl for help? (help?)
shot up her fam’ bam, returned to grind on yourself

chorus 2x

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