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cuff yo bitch - fat killahz lyrics

[verse 1: marv won]
it’s your man (paul [?]), kicking a [?]
sisters with voices will meet solo and [?]
my magic stick is [?] in ’em just like a dodo
handcuff yo sh*t ’cause i’ll stick her like pogos
no sweets, i’ll get a room at the ho jo
and beam your chick up like her ass worked in a dojo
have her sliding on my pole like a gogo
and if you don’t believe me i’ll send you to take some photos
get p*ssed and beef? man that’s a no no
yo bro i’ll shut your block up like i’m po*po
your twinkie ass’ll get smashed like a ho ho
holler at this fo’ fo’, rip through your fo’ do’
volvo tearing up your tendons and [?]
you tried your best but your pimp game is so so
just let her go bro
she’s my buddy now, ’cause wherever i’m at she at fo’ sho’

[chorus x2: marv won & shim*e bango]
the fat k!llahz up in this (uh huh)
answer me this question, who can f*ck with us? (who?)
you n*ggas don’t like it? you can suck our d*cks
but one thing you’re gonna do (is cuff yo b*tch!)

[verse 2: fatt father]
i’m fat but i keep it in tact up in the disco
belly [?] was drinking cisco
i’m thinking free brain, she thinking she gotta trick though
’cause my group hot and all four of us got a sick flow
get your girl and tell her we ’bout to tip*toe
it’s your world, i said that from the get go
“you gon’ do what?” what guy give you the lips fo’?
close your eyes, pretend it’s a popsicle
i roll with guys that carry and pop pistols
lay pipe to [?] from dc to ‘frisco
catch me on the spot with gordy, marv and bango
and four fat mexicans broads doing the tango
[verse 3: king gordy]
what up my high guy? can’t even look at me in my eye
used to come hollering at your partner now you just drive by
baby mama done came and swallowed me up like five times
she k!lling me, wasn’t into it until she tried mine
likes wine [?]
i know it’s really tough to deal with it but your mother of your children likes to bite my (what?!)
why you balling up your knuckles, wanna fight guy?
better walk up on that bus, throw a black or right eye
me up in the club, rubbing her, what you might find
trying to place her under a rut, she’s such a fine dime
my face all in her chest is all on my mind
my thang and all that in her neck, i had a nice time

[verse 4: shim*e bango]
oh naw, big bang y’all
back up in the heezy baby
the way i lay game on a dame is crazy
uncuffing your lady then bang is swayze
don’t dance but i two step maybe
the two step crazy, is that yo lady?
the air one’s white, bottom’s orange
and this bottom, i’m for ’em, keep ’em hot and they foreign
alan’s when i’m styling, she be eyeing the diamonds
you’ll be crying if you find out the sh*t i’m trying, like
“put your head there, ass up in the air
follow your girls screams, like she don’t care”
see i’m a freakaholic, that’s what the girls call it
tote free number and all the girls call it
shim*e bang, so they, so remember him
i’ll put you down, your man? you won’t remember him
[chorus x2: marv won & shim*e bango]
the fat k!llahz up in this (uh huh)
answer me this question, who can f*ck with us? (who?)
you n*ggas don’t like it? you can suck our d*cks
but one thing you’re gonna do (is cuff yo b*tch!)

- fat killahz lyrics

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