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shit popper - b.w.p. lyrics

[intro: lyndah & woman]
yo’ lyndah, i hear you’re trying to talk to my man
what the f-ck you looking at him for?
man, you better stay out of his face
b-tch!
you getting up in my face
i’mma put you in your f-cking place

[chorus:]
yo’ b-tch, you better shut up
before you get f-cked up
you fighting her, you fighting all of us
you better chill, before you get bum rushed

[verse 1: tanisha mich-lle, lyndah & both]
i’mma tell you once, and you best understand
no, i don’t want your dumb -ss man
stepping to me with that bullsh-t
b-tch, you know you get your -ss whipped
me and that motherf-cker?
ho, that n-gga sucker
get the f-ck out my face, stay out my path
or my footprint’ll be a f-cking autograph
in your -ss, stupid b-tch
popping that dumb sh-t
you crazy as sh-t
i’ll stomp a mudhole in you, b-tch
she dumb as h-ll
b-tch gonna make me go to jail
but i don’t give a f-ck
’cause we got the bail
yo’ b-tch, get out her motherf-cking face!
who do you think you talking to like that?
you don’t be going off on my homegirl like that
i’ll break your motherf-cking ears right quick in this motherf-cker
get off her face!
go do the dishes
you gonna do what?
you gonna do, make my motherf-cking day, b-tch!
make it!
b-tch, i’ll hit you with…

[verse 2: tanisha mich-lle, lyndah & both]
sh-t popper, do hopper
big doctor, motherf-cker chopper
one big bidet up in the house
others just say she’s just a b-tch with mouth
she got a problem, thinking highly scented
hey yo’, b-tch, go on and talk that sh-t
i’m the sh-t popper, the ho from brooklyn
n-ggas on my sh-t, yo’ b-tch, stop looking
but i don’t give a f-ck about what they say
’cause a b-tch like me, i got to get paid
see, i’m the type of b-tch that dates the dope dealers
set the suckers up with the d-mn card feelers
always got to be posting bail
’cause the n-ggas i hang with live in jail
for taking out punk motherf-ckers like you
since you’re out to get robbed, that’s how i do
’cause i’m a b-tch, i don’t like suckers
why
i like hard motherf-ckers
the n-ggas that push the dope
why
they buy my fat gold rope
brothers that take a life or two or three
they’ll take yours if you f-ck with me
as you can see, i don’t take no sh-t
i’m the type of b-tch that you don’t want to f-ck with
b-tches who think you got cl-ss
ain’t none of y’all sh-t, so you can kiss my -ss
all my man did for some goddam dough
ready to f-ck with some c0ke or some blow
acting like you sophisticated and sh-t
you ain’t nothing but a high price crack b-tch
broke motherf-ckers, this one’s for you
[men] f-ck y’all b-tches
yo, f-ck y’all too
bum motherf-ckers ain’t got no money
don’t you want p-ssy, do i look like a dummy?
if i let a n-gga like you get laid
huh, i got to get paid
lyndah, since you’re the head b-tch
why don’t you grab the mic and finish this sh-t
hold up, hold up, wait a minute
wasn’t that the same motherf-cker whipping your -ss last week
and now you want to step in my face?
you f-cking fool!
it’s time for that b-tch to get schooled

[verse 3: lyndah & both]
well, i’m lyndah and i’mma teach you
how to deal with a woman beater
’cause you and your man disagree
it don’t give him no authority
to be beating, kicking, hitting on you
b-tch, i’mma tell you what the f-ck to do
wait, ’till he go to sleep
into the bedroom, you must creep
-gunshots-
three to the head
leave the motherf-cker there laying for dead
punk motherf-cker, he ain’t got no heart
if he did, he wouldn’t hit ya, ho, from the start
so ladies, if you’re sick of getting hit
repeat after me
f-ck that sh-t!
call the police, what the f-ck for?
sick of seeing two d-cks at my door
they take the motherf-cker for a walk around the block
you think that’ll make the -ss whooping stop?
no, you must ask yourself
if you can’t, then pay someone else
to break a few of his goddam bones
that’ll make the motherf-cker leave you alone
’cause i’m lyndah and i’mma teach you
that’s what you do with a woman beater

- b w p lyrics

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