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Lil' Jon And The Eastside Boyz F/ Chyna, Too $hort Miscellaneous Just A Bitch Chorus 2: You little punk motherfucker do yo thang You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang So shut the fuck up and peep some game from me Chorus: You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch) BI-ITCH (bi-itch) Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch) Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH(bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch) Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch) Hook: YEAH!,YEAH!, YEAH!, YEAH! Well get yo hands up, get yo hands up Got damn it motherfucker get yo hands up Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up Got damn it motherfucker throw yo click up Well what you looking at, nigga what you looking at Nigga what you looking at, nigga what you looking at Now what you wanna do, what you wanna do Got damn it fuck nigga what yo wanna do Now what you wanna do (you scared) Well nigga FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU! Chorus: BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Verse 1: Too $hort Pour me some Bombay and fire up that pine Its bout time somebody checked you you bitch ass punk I heard you slap ya woman cause she told ya the truth Real niggas bring out the ho in you Us pimp niggas get it down hoe The chin checker all you do is play the role nigga You just a actor, won't let a bitch breathe If she wanted to yawn She just a weak motherfucker so insecure How come she can't leave home without getting cursed out? Everytime you get mad you tell her get the fuck out Put I told that her, I said its cool Get at me Come by the house and get nasty I spit the real game I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name I told her call me daddy Trick nigga if ya tell me you a player youse a liar Cause you never be like Willie Dynamite Supafly... Chorus: You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Punk motherfucking BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Verse 2: Chyna Pump, pump, pump, pump Let no shots Double glock glock Nigga pop pop it don't stop in that dirty south Burn up the whole block that's what this here be bout Niggas living lowless, niggas labeled heartless Gone see who life the shortest Regardless this whole world to me is garabage Trying to reap my harvest I'm starving, let's live the life of ballin And still trying to find my calling, and make a change Look into my eyes, all you see is pain Look up in the sky all I see is rain Ain't no sunshine, call me a monkey But look I got K-9 bloodlines With P-9's and semiautos And guaranteed tomorrow 9th ward my burrow I represent the scum's Ate the crumbs Now I'm reaching for a new height Nothing but love and we crew tight Craving renew sight Hussle for food tight Who the dopest on the planet BI-ITCH Chyna White Chorus: BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Punk ass BI-ITCH!(bi-itch) Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch) Chorus 2: You little punk motherfucker do ya thang You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang So shut the fuck up and peep some game from me Now you know to shut yo talk it is a shame Cause you and yo group won't do a thang The SHIT that you talking sounds the same to me BI-ITCH!! (echoes) |
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