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bitch niggas (bitch boy) - spider loc lyrics

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[intro]
heh
quit cryin’ cuzz
b*tch boy ass n*gga
we know you mad
we know [?] [?] (b*tch ass n*ggas)
we don’t wanna hear that sh*t
b*tch boy
heh, it’s the unit
g*unit!
hmmmmm
b*tch n*gga

[verse]
better come through and break it down in a day or two
or you’a see what me, buck, banks and yay a do
this ain’t a play a crew
but this crew a play (believe that)
about that pay and that ass a get blew away (yeah)
and if you knew how much weed don’ blew today
rollin’ in that trey tryna figure out who to spray (anybody can get it)
run ’em down and take ’em out is what we do to prey
jump out blue and grey all you can do (black wall k!lla) is pray
it’s like the 9th and in two strikes, two away
you lookin’ stupid once the coach (heh, basketball, baseball ass n*gga) give you the play
cause it’s the clutch, you gotta pass me the pill and if you know big jay box, better ask him the deal
gotta question for your b*tch ass, when you last seen brazil? (huh?)
and f*ck this mixtape sh*t, come and blast me for real (for real)
[?] try to make you rich, he wouldn’t ask me to k!ll
told me to kick back but couldn’t think i’d actually (f*ck that [?]) chill
i got some sh*t in my backyard and i feel it’s my duty
to show the world this west coast is all mine truly (i run this sh*t)
that ain’t even you
you ain’t even doin’ what you sayin’ you ruin, ’cause you ain’t even ruin (you ain’t no damu)
i’m true and when i speak on these streets i’m reviewin’ my background, this lifestyle you just now pursuin’ (you booty ass n*gga), you through and
i ain’t doin’ no more songs if ya promise, that you will wear no more thongs (doja)
if y’all like the west coast, believe in dub*c (ha ha, ha ha ha), mc eiht and this b*tch boy, you gotta love me (ha ha)
how ya bump into buddens and just keep walkin’
do a million diss songs (you’s a mark), you just keep talkin’ (and shut the f*ck up)
and often you on the screen screwin’ ya face, probably ’cause them tight briefs chewin’ ya waist up (b*tch n*gga)
[outro]
g*g, g*g, g*unit
g*g, g*g, g*unit
g*g, g*g, g*g, g*g, g*g, g*g, g*g, g*g, g*unit
criiiiip
g*g, g*g, g*unit
criiiiip
g*unit
g*g, g*g, g*unit
g*g, g*g, g*unit
g*g, g*g, g*g, g*g, g*g, g*g, g*g, g*g, g*unit

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