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big washer - eastside tank lyrics

verse 1:

b*tch get in the kitchen, best do them dishes, better fold my clothes for i start tripping (b*tch) you ain’t make my lunch right imma start dipping (like nah real sh*t like why you f*ck up my lunch imma smack the sh*t out you keep playing with me) i got ten hoes you can only have one, i got ten poles you can ride all of em, i know that i’m wrong but i ain’t never saying sorry, miss one call then i’m gone but you can’t call me, which one mom or sis knock ‘em off me, i might smack ya son wit a brick he keep talkin

chorus:

get in that kitchen b*tch, better whip up that chicken b*tch, better do all thеm dishes b*tch, better do all thеm dishes, sh*t (x2)

verse 2:

yea, cuz told me come on this b*tch and talk some sh*t, yea it’s cool i don’t f*ck wit you, you can suck a d*ck, we be walking thru the front door f*ckin wit the blitz, they put the ball on the field now it’s time to do a kick, man i’m f*ckin wit this beat man this sh*t might get me rich, sh*t talkin on the beat i really need to move to flint, i can’t even talk to you for real i’m higher than a blimp, i got the hoes on my phone callin yea i’m like a pimp, i got the cards on the table right now let’s pull a trick, two magazines in my k now watch it do a flip, man every time i take a sip get litter wit this sh*t, (man everytime i spark a wood i fire up wit dat b*tch) no cap, everytime i hit a hoe they end up crying over d*ck, everybody want that money better work for that sh*t, i don’t work for n0body i own all of my sh*t, i be out the way but somehow i’m always in the mix
verse 3:

wanna talk about a f*ckin plate b*tch how bout you lose some weight, if you get pregnant then i’m leaving without a trace, attitude too big for a small waist, i’m ya only man but i got two dates, like i said i got ten hoes you can only have a taste, talk back lock you out the house gotta climb the gate, why you tryna start sh*t b*tch think i got time to waste, (why you keep on starting sh*t)

outro:

can’t say i ain’t sh*t i’ll let you know first, f*ck up and you can get dissed the whole verse (x2)

- eastside tank lyrics

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