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too hort - punk bitch lyrics

write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake–ss hoes…
fake punk–ss b-tches…
do you know what i mean?
f-ckin’em up like this, man…
$hort dog’s in the house, b-tch!

she’s a punk–ss b-tch, hoe, tramp and a sl-t
took her to the hotel just to f-ck
last night she licked all on my b-lls
p-ssy got wet like niagara-falls
dropped my drawls and b-tch said: “sh-t!”
skinny mothaf-cka with a fat–ss d-ck
it’s like a t-p-treatment, thangs so foul
from the tip of my head to the crack of my -ss
she got busy so i called to the crew
you b-tches know what to do
hoes try to front like they ain’t no tramps
try to get that p-ssy and she say you can’t
me and my partners we got that game
check a square–ss b-tch and make her throw that thang
you wine and dine that nasty freak
dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
you never even know how she ran in the home
jumped on the phone and started to burnin’ me out
she kept beepin’ so i made the call
b-tch on the phone jackin’ off
sounded like she was havin’ fun
playin’ with her pearlthang
i said: “b-tch, i’m on my way!”
i givit to you, homeboy, play by play
she had on polkadots with miniskirt
jumped in the car straight went to work
i must to bust two nuts back to bay
never seen a b-tch work head like that
she had me jumpin’ out of my seat
workin’ her jaws to the beat
she was a good d-cksucker, i can’t lie
sucked so good i thought id die
b-tch blew me up and blew me down
all the way back to the oakland-town
baby started to singin’: “i love you!”
tellin’ me things she wanted to do
if i needed some money come to her
everythin’ i want is everythin’ i’m worth
and you know what i said? i told the b-tch
i said: “b-tch, i’m rich!”

f-ck these hoes, man…
i ain’t trippin’…i’m like h-ll…
long-hair suckers…

i know you’re fine, b-tch
but you got no cash you need to get a job
but your lazy–ss try to juice me up
i ain’t no punk
i put you in the rap with some serious funk
i wouldn’t buy you a car, no diamonds and sh-t
all the time talkin’ about your fake–ss gifts
george bought you a ring, john bought you a chain
b-tch, i’m buyin’ you an ounce of this game
you better take it and shut the f-ck up
stop runnin’ your mouth like a sucka
cause you’s a punk b-tch
everythin’ you say and everythin’ you do
makes you a punk b-tch, no good, no doubt
all i gotta do is stick a d-ck in your mouth
wanna give up the p-ssy, b-tch, i had it
you’re too slim, i like your mama’s -ss
pops came home, came up to show
family in the backroom, i’m f-ckin’em both
now i’m the stepdaddy and the son in law
you call me too $hort they call me too raw
i creep by one room in to the next
nothin’ goin’ on but some serious s-x
some of these hoes might think i’m played
bald-head b-tch need some new brains
cause that nappy-hair don’t even hit
what’s cookin’ in the kitchen
on the back of your neck
like you burned the rise and wanna front on me
you could never f-ck with $hort, baby
i’m from the o-a-k-l-a-n-d
i slap you in the face with reality
these punk–ss hoes out there is sick
happy walkin’ around with a trippy d-ck
so beautiful fine young thang
to get that cog was just like a dream
but now three days later ask kool moe
you feel burnin’ sensation down below
you’re a true blue victim of a punk–ss b-tch
thought she was a square and she gave you the sh-t
so for all you hoes that live like that
all the homies in the house say: “punk–ss b-tch!”

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