This Bitch

歌詞

(Mr. Man Boobonic) "Ayyo, I seen the bitch car over there, man." "Who?" "Let's shoot over there. Ya bitch! She over there with that nigga, man. Let's get in the squad and shoot over there real fast." "Yo, man, don't shit surprise me at this point, dog. These bitches ain't shit, man." "I know that's right." "It always be those freaks though you fall in love with, man." "Aw, they be havin' good-ass pussy that hiiit! That shit be..." "The only... be crazy, man. Damn!" "I know, that shit crazy as a mothaf**ka" "Yo, I can't even explain that bitch, man." (Boobonic) This bitch feel like wind from an angel, spreadin' his wings I'm gettin' her things in Jacob's, gettin' her rings She got me, y'all. False playa fell for a whore I know it and she don't say she one. The bitch show it how she give me head and how that slut throw it Lick me wit' Halls in her mouth and then she blow it I know I shouldn't like her, I know it's f**ked up thinkin' like this hood-rat bitch gets lucked up 'cause I'm trickin' her, hittin' her, watch how the dick gettin' her Do alot a shit wit' her, never wanna split from her I'm paranoid 'cause she had the nerve to ask that if I die, could she get half of my ASCAP Different girl of the world, that bitch want galaxies, insurance policies so she can get apologies when I'm outta here. Bitch, get outta here Not a fear, remember the name and I'm sincere, bitch (Boobonic Mr. Man) "Hey, look. There go that bicth shit right there. Park right there." "I told ya, man. I seen that shit when I ride. I rode up and backed up." "That bitch think she the f**k, see, I know what I'ma do to her. I don't, don't even let her see us. Keep movin', keep movin'." "No, we got the ten. Plus the squad, she don't know the squad anyway. Ya-knaw-I'm-sayin'? F**k that bitch, man." "I'ma f**k that bitch UP." "She a FREAK, man!" "I'm tellin', I'ma gon' f**k her up. Yo, watch how I do this." "You got a nice freak with you, man." "I'm a, nah, I'm a playa. Watch how I get her." "See, I ain't in to screamin' and shit." (Mr. Man) All I hear is 'Mister, I'm sorry. C'mon, let's work it out! ' Nope, you know too many niggas, we could never share a house F**k, you tryin' to get me robbed? Stash cleaned out? Three O' clock in the morning with a gun in my mouth? Bitch, your pussy ain't worth it, head ain't either Toss me like a salad and charge up my Visa? Don't think so From me, you see no nail, hair, clothes, minks nor dough ("That's right.") 7-4-O and drunk off Ma-mo and I'm goin' to Cancun and f**k no, you can't go and you wanna catch a tan and f**k my man too Sayin', 'I ain't no, Boo, is that cool wit' you?' I'm hip to this bitch. It's cool, I laugh now While your girlfriends shop, you sit that ass down Broke, ain't ya, and niggas just wanna f**k? Yeah, I heard you givin' up head for less than a buck, what? Skank (Boobonic "This Bitch") "Yo! (Door knocks) Yo, open the f**kin' door, man." "Yo, I'm comin'!" "Stop playin' wit', open the f**k... bitch!" "Baby, what's wrong? Don't... (Glass breaking)" "Oh, you wanna be a f**kin' whore? Huh? You wanna be a whore, you dumb-ass bitch? Huh?" "Why you cryin' by me like that? What are you talkin' about whore? Baby, what's wrong wit' you?" "Get the f**k out. Man, get the f**k out, man! Get the f**k out now, bitch!" "Yo, I can't take this shit! I f**kin' hate you!" "Man, get my shit, man. Oh, you wanna get; bitch, get the f**k off the phone, bitch!" "Nah, I f**kin' hate you! (Phone dialing)" (Boobonic) Oh, now you wanna call the cops? You scared? Well, you should Say your name and I gotta hit high and hit good Hustle just to buy you shit and take trips while you pose ass-naked for niggas and takin' flicks ("What? ") And I ain't hate you, just tell me what it is 'cause I never had a problem wit' f**kin' your relatives I f**ked up happy homes but I don't need that I can't f**k wit' you no more, bitch, I leave that (Mr. Man) Look, bitch, pack your clothes and forget the couch Leave the keys, call your mom 'cause I'm kickin' you out This summer, no C-L-K and halter tops, skirt, knee boots, hair blowin' in the drop Uh-uh, you not See, this shit gon' stop Shoulda known the first night when I was hittin' the cop' Week later, you dropped right back to Dime Rose and I never been indeed out Cancun for posin', bitch (Billy Bathgate) "Yo, 'Bonic. Yo, Mister. Listen to this crazy shit that happened to me with this bitch. Remember that bitch I was tellin' you about? Yeah, I'm chillin' at the label with another nigga that rap and he braggin' about how many bitches he got and bring up this bitch name. I'm like, 'Hold up, I know that same bitch.' I'm like, 'Nah, no, I don't.' But we got the same last PIN number. Ain't that a bitch?!" Yo, yo, look Our love is like Mary B. and K-Ci and I don't wanna do anything else but make moms proud Throw karats at your finger, trip down the isle Forget playin' house, ma, let's make a child Now she got me doin' herb shit, straight doin' nerd shit; Charles Jordan, Lois Faton, those type of fur shit Playas we splurge wit', my chain wit' ya gang of skank hoes, no bank hoes It's all the same I brag about you, told niggas I'm mad about you Now I feel like straight whoopin' that cash up out you What you doin' in his contact? Bitch, you can't see? What, if it don't work wit' us, quit? Is he plan B? It's a small-ass world but smaller industry I thought niggas do the pimpin' but shorty pimpin' me Well, shit, I ain't let her go I guess 'Gate dumb or 'Gate sprung but I guess what's done is done Huh (Boobonic Mr. Man "This Bitch") "I can't even f**kin' take you nowhere, man, you run around f**kin' everybody, man. 'F**k is wrong wit' you, man?" "I know, why you doin' this to me?" "You gotta stop that shit, man. Straight up, man." "I'm so sorry! You know I love you, fool, please!" "You f**kin' can't do that, man. Straigt up, man. You f**kin' it up, man. I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to get this money and make it aiiight for me and you, man, you runnin' around makin' me look the f**k stupid, man." "Straight up, dunn." "I'll do anything for you! Oh! I want do it again, I promise!" "You can't do that shit, man. Ain't no rehabilitation for whores, man." "F**k nah." "You gone, man. I can't f**k wit' you, man." "I swear to heaven, my life, please?!!" "No, I can't, man!" "You changed the game, B." "I won't do it again!" "I can't f**k wit' you, man. You f**ked it up, man." "It just happened!" "Why?" "Yo, c'mon, dog." "Please, give me another chance! " "Aiiight, just hit me later on, man. Aiiight?"