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tryna run game - dj paul & lord infamous lyrics

[hook: dj paul]
b-tches try to run game but triple six ain’t goin g
and that’s what you be f-ckin’ wit my dawg

[verse 1: lord infamous]
all these nasty, trampoline, sl-tty, sleezy, triflin’ dirty wrenches
some of you heffers should oughta get yo head beat in
with some tree branches
and some ambulances getting sent to the trauma center
some hoes they just open they legs up
and don’t give a f-ck who the h-ll wish to enter
b-tches cannot understand why the triple six dog ’em
and do ’em low down
scandalous funky c-ck-skeezers they sn-tch off they clothes
and they p-ss it around
saditty materialistic stank b-tches
they keeping they nose in the air
cracka crom -ss b-tch don’t think you too good for a player
hoe yo -ss ain’t worth them cheap draws tied around yo -ss
b-tch you best pay attention you might not graduate cl-ss
let’s have a discussion about all these b-tches
they love to be spreading these rumors
and who is all lying and saying they down with the cl1ck
stupid b-tch don’t get hit with this ruger
hoe you better play like heinz
and catch up with yo f-cking kind
cuz scarecrow is the n-gga with a stomp-a-broad type mind
pimps do it cuz they use to it and wimps ain’t cuz they can’t
a pimp gon’ do what he wanna and a hoe stand his corner
b-tch

[verse 2: dj paul]
steppin’ up out the house, fresh black jordans on my feet
afro stayin picked out, with cologne i’m kinda neat
straight from dillard’s, hoes love it so i guess i’ll hit one up
789-92 what’s the rest? i’m still f-cked up
? …but i got some more fire than i thought
smokin’ by my lonesome, chiefin’ to the maximum
?…finally i gets the (?) hoe last two digits
now i’m hookin’ up with a hoe that’s shorter than a midget
but i don’t care, cause my job is just to g to the double e
to the t, to the er street, freak, and get my d-ck sucked
cause that’s all really on my mind
i can’t enjoy f-ckin’ cause the hoe ain’t even kinda fine
i took care my business now i’m laid back at the crib
still smokin’ dope, warmin’ up a plate of spaghetti and ribs
straight the rest of the night, ??
aw sh-t, i’m burnt, k!ll that b-tch, f-ck a neighborhood hoe

- dj paul lord infamous lyrics

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