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too hort – call her a bitch lyrics

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(feat. lil skeeter)

[too $hort]
one thing’s for sure…
you will get called a b-tch… b-tch
so motherf-ckin’ fast – b-tch
short dog’s in the house… beotch!

what’s up b-tch, you the cut up b-tch
f-ck somethin’ b-tch, suck somethin’ b-tch
look out b-tch, watch out b-tch
yeah i f-cked you b-tch then got out, b-tch
catch out b-tch, f-ck that sh-t
motherf-cker gettin’ mad, f-ck that b-tch
so b-tch, pay me b-tch
you can love me b-tch, you can hate me b-tch
straight up b-tch, save a b-tch
then pay a b-tch, i don’t play that b-tch
cause a b-tch is known to get outta line
and a b-tch don’t understand, i’m on the grind
you lil’ b-tch, i’m all about the paper
when i leave b-tch tell ’em all about a player
go on b-tch, c’mon b-tch
run home b-tch, get front on b-tch
that’s right b-tch, f-ck off b-tch
you get off b-tch when you suck all them d-cks
get cut off b-tch when i come home b-tch
sh-t ain’t right? get the f-ck on b-tch
speak up b-tch, say what b-tch
wanna pull me down, i’ma stay up b-tch
so what b-tch, do what you wanna do
a n-gg- like me don’t want nothin’ with you
i want a b-tch, a real -ss b-tch
you can feel that b-tch when she kill that grip
hundred dollar bills b-tch, i’ma still get a grip
and i won’t feel sh-t when i get a new b-tch
lil’ b-tch, back up b-tch
when i say you fine don’t act a b-tch
i’ll slap a b-tch, get smacked up b-tch
wanna get in my way when i stack up chips?

[chorus]
i’ll call her a beotch!…
beotch!…
call her a beotch!…
beotch!…

[too $hort]
you know what?
a b-tch is a once-a-month funky c-ck bleedin’
b-tch fell in love but she won’t stop cheatin’
real dumb with low self esteem
f-ck a n-gg- she just met and won’t be able to see him
later on when she wanna get f-cked some more
i said “b-tch, why you such a stupid hoe?”
you lil’ b-tch, you never could f-ck with this
and every b-tch that don’t like it, she can suck my d-ck
20 years later, still settin’ it off
still talkin’ bad ’bout them pregnant dogs
they ask me “short dog, why you talk so bad?”
b-tch disrespect me, get off in her -ss
i’m pullin’ hoe cards (time to learn a lesson real quick)
ask me, “what’s the definition of a b-tch?”
a real b-tch – she gon’ know she one
suck the d-ck, drink the nut, and say she owe me one
d-mn b-tch, you that b-tch, can you do that b-tch?
move back b-tch, say who that b-tch… i don’t know you hoe
i don’t sniff cocaine, i don’t want no blow
b-tch you a dummie – b-tch, junkie
b-tch, funky b-tch, punk-ss b-tch
jump out b-tch, get the f-ck out b-tch, get cussed out b-tch
cause a b-tch is known to get on my nerves
and a b-tch don’t really know when i’m on the swerve
i’m like “b-tch, miss me”, “b-tch don’t kiss me”
“b-tch, just lick me b-tch”
you’s a b-tch, knew it when i heard the beat
b-tch ain’t nothin’ but a word to me
i told you ten times, all she gon’ get is pimp lines
i’m short dog –

[chorus]
i’ll call her a beotch!…
beotch!…
call her a beotch!…
beotch!…



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