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Lyric Bitches (w/ Old Dirty Bastard)


Bitch what tha fuck?
What ya try to do to me?
You wasn t true to me
When I was locked up,
You fucked somethin like 34 guys
But I let that slide
Cuz your ass is bangin, your titties is phat
I wanted to fuck that, but fuck that
I never gave a fuck that, you put it through the courts And gave me genital warts
Now I stack my nine, I m goin for your knees
I ma blow em out and give your neck a squeeze
As your standin there I ma be like, bitch
You know you done fucked up right?

Girl ya know I love ya but now ya gotta die
Now ya gotta die, now ya gotta die (4x)

Bitch don t talk about bitches I m fuckin them
Please no fat bitches I m fuckin slim
Unless its one of those nights I m smokin my shit
I don t care if I m high, I m fuckin it
How much it cost big fat crack head?
Ain t tryin to hear all them words you said
Five minutes bitch, then I came
Fuck your name, and from were you came
I don t give a fuck bitch, I will kill you
You Sequeta, you Bolinda, you to Pastion
BITCH!!!

Girl ya know I love ya but now ya gotta die
Now ya gotta die, now ya gotta die (4x)

One thing I can t stand is these bitches
Tryin to take my riches, when I ain t even got none (bitches)
I never lies, you knew what I wanted all the while (What?)
My dick in your vertical smile (Yeah)
We kiss and hug and snug and tickle
But the bitch wouldn t even buff my fuckin pickle (bitch)
She fucked everybody else in the place
It s all good, NOW LET ME HEADBUT YOUR FACE!
Bitch, I love you but now ya gotta die (That s right, bitches)
Girl you know I love you but now ya gotta die

Girl ya know I love ya but now ya gotta die
Now ya gotta die, now ya gotta die (6x)
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