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too short - punk bitch lyrics

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write me a little ‘save a hoe’ speech
all these fake–ss hoes, fake punk–ss b-tches
do you know what i mean, vern?
f-ckin? ’em up like that, 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 motel just to f-ck
last night she licked all on my b-lls
p-ssy got wet like niagara-falls

dropped my drawls and the b-tch said,? sh-t?
skinny mothaf-cka with a fat–ss d-ck
it? s like a t-p-treatment, tongue so fast
from the tip of my head to the crack of my -ss

she got busy so i called the crew
you b-tches know what to do
hoes try to front like they ain? t no tramps
try to get the 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 the cheek

you never even knew how she ran in the house
jumped on the phone, started 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 pearl tongue
i said,? b-tch, i? m on my way?
i give it to you, homeboy, play by play

she had on polka dots with a miniskirt
jumped in the car, straight went to work
i must to bust two nuts, back to back
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-ck sucker, i can? t lie
sucked so good i thought i? d die

b-tch blew me up, blew me down
all the way back to the oakland-town
baby started singin?,? i love you?
tellin? me things she wanted to do

if i needed some money, come to her
anythin’ 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 al
long-hair suckers

i know you? re fine, b-tch but you got no cash
you need to get a job but you’re lazy–ss
quit tryin’ 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, it shows a mile away
everythin? you do and everythin? you say
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? ll p-ss
you? re too slim, i like your mama? s -ss
pops came home, came up short
found me in the back room, f-ckin? ’em both
now i? m the step-daddy and the son-in-law
you call me too $hort, they call me too raw

i creep out one room into 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 dookie braids
’cause that nappy-hair don? t even hit

what? s cookin? in the kitchen on the back of your neck
well, 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 here are sick
have ya walkin’ round with a drippy d-ck
so beautiful fine young thang, to get that c-ck was just like a dream
but now three days later ask kool moe
you feel the burnin? sensation down below

you? re the 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 this
all the homies in the house say,? punk–ss b-tch?



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