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i fucked your bitch - scum (usa) lyrics

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[intro: alan mann (james woods) & steve everett (clint eastwood)]
stop f*cking bob’s wife, he doesn’t like it. how was she?
not bad
you should’ve f*cked my wife, i’d’ve just punched you out
i did f*ck your wife
ah, lucky b*st*rd, how was she, good?
a real wildcat

[chorus 1: airtight & scum]
i f*cked yo b*tch
f*cked your b*tch, humped your b*tch, stalked your b*tch, did your b*tch
i f*cked yo b*tch
played your b*tch, used your b*tch, did all that ’cause you’s a b*tch
[verse 1: scum]
you are just a f*cking buster with a tiny little d*ck
but your b*tch was fine and h*rny so i ran up in that trick
sick of seeing you f*cking touch her, sick of hearing that she’s yours
lost on the first chance i’m getting in that pretty mouth of hers
while you’re bringing home the bacon to your home, i bring my d*ck
you would never get no p*ssy if that hooker had to pick
but for now i’ll let you keep her, bait her in to pay her bills
tell that hoe you f*cking love her, kiss her ass, tell her how she feels
tried to make her have your baby, don’t be rushing, use your head
she might have a little russian and he’s gonna call you dad
hear her weep even when she’s sleeping, calling out my f*cking name
begging me to come and hit it ’cause she’s hooked and has no shame
fool you’re lame she wants this lowlife who will treat your b*tch like sh*t
you walked in while we was f*cking, tried to trip, your ass got beat
went and got your f*cking heater, tried to take my f*cking life
bang, bang, bang, three bullets hit you, guess who shot you, it’s your wife

[chorus 2: airtight, borey & tre real]
i f*cked yo b*tch
and that sh*t was tight, got to packing them guts, and busting the nuts, quick rock
i f*cked yo b*tch
i felt my nuts about to blow, smash, and crash on that ass like a loaded .44 hoe

[verse 2: borey]
i f*cked yo b*tch n*gga, what you gon’ do?
she blew on my b*lls and l!cked my assh0l* too
’cause you got a weak game and a weak gang
i stuck my d*ck in her ear so i could f*ck with her brain, then i changed lanes
i mean positions, push it in with precision
go to work like a surgeon and make the proper incision
kittens getting dug out and stretched like linen
i drop s*m*n running in all of these n*ggas women
spread them legs like a tree trunk splits, slide in and out of the p*ssy stuffing m*ffin with d*ck
i twist up some tight bud and take a swig of the henny
i’m surprised you getting sh*t the way i k!lled it, if any
i see you mad man, yo b*tch got worked
i can’t help it, i’m a dog my snout stays under her skirt
and try to come to my block popping that sh*t you gon’ get lit
don’t be hurt the fat man crabbing ran, he pumping your b*tch
[chorus 3: airtight, tre real & scum]
i f*cked yo b*tch
madness my mission, folding my wad, increasing the thickness, like g in yo broad
i f*cked yo b*tch
and she wanted some more, took your hoe, made her blow, now i’m spending your dough

[verse 3: tre real]
mad at the fact your simple wh0res be paying me
grabbing for stacks, attacking rats for cheddar cheese
and best believe they don’t receive no promotion
i’m a young rider b*tch, and through the town i’m coasting
they’ve been drugging and mudging, think i’m giving a f*ck
i feel the tension in my system so i’m blazing a blunt
puff, puff, pass and in the back is you
you n*ggas acting like your wh0res with these attitudes
’cause i f*cked your b*tch and she sucked my d*ck and i busted my nut all over her lips
then yo b*tch explicit
evil*minded and twisted, addicted to my d*ck then we flipped it and we kicked it
and i rushed into the bathroom to get the assh0l*
amazing how a b*tch’ll let a creeper in your castle
the hassle to bust first, then cuss first
i give a f*ck about a b*tch since birth, worth

[chorus 4: airtight, borey & scum]
i f*cked yo b*tch
your b*tch a nasty hoe, f*ck her from the back and the side when she dance for more
i f*cked yo b*tch
now she all on my d*ck, while you’re still is in love with that cheating ass trick
[verse 4: airtight]
i stole her mind, her body followed
copping blow is the game, yo b*tch is the motto
she chose airtight, tried to shoot some ass
baby don’t break till she sprinkled your cash
i’m no trick or sucker, once i clutch these claws
have her bobbing that noggin, n*ggas slinging them drawers
greedy as ever, never cool with my figs
furious rigs for pigs since enumerous gigs
practiced my speech, abduct the hoes brain
don’t hate airtight, player hate the game
i’m the cook with the books, one foot in the pen
grab that hoe as i approach, have her checking my yen
as i hustle to live i’m a g till i die
what makes a hoe laugh will make a b*tch cry
got that permanent lip, steals and sn*tch a hoe quick
deposit yo grit before i’m f*cking yo b*tch

[chorus 4: airtight, borey & tre real]
i f*cked yo b*tch
hit ’em hard, fleeing the scene, evil creeping peeping the whole thing, n*ggas know what i mean, b*tch please
i f*cked yo b*tch
stay ready to count my fetty, only f*cked yo b*tch ’cause she kept it steady

[outro: alan mann (james woods)]
you’re a f*cking womanizer
you’re a f*cking womanizer
you’re a f*cking womanizer
you’re a f*cking womanizer
you’re a f*cking womanizer
you’re a f*cking womanizer
you’re a f*cking womanizer
you’re a f*cking womanizer

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