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bitch ass - too $hort lyrics

[intro]
decadez on the slap

[chorus: too $hort]
n*ggas always talk a lot of sh*t, huh? (ayy)
’til we get to aimin’ from the hip, huh? (ayy, ayy)
you know i’m really with it off the rip, huh? (ayy, ayy)
n*ggas ain’t sayin’ sh*t, that’s a trip, huh? (ayy, ayy)
right now, we h*lla lit, huh (ayy, ayy)
god d*mnit, i’ll steal a n*gga’s b*tch, huh (uh, ayy)
i pull up like this, huh
they don’t let a real n*gga in this b*tch, huh (ayy, ayy)

[verse 1: too $hort]
yep, wit’ yo b*tch ass
h*ll no, you can’t get your sh*t back
you ain’t never gon’ get that
forget about it, we ain’t f*ckin’ with your b*tch ass
that’s why we took your sh*t
you a b*tch any way you look at it, n*gga
now what you gon’ do wit’ your b*tch ass?
f*ck you and your crew with y’all b*tch ass
that’s why we mobbin’ on you n*ggas
ain’t no secret who been robbin’ all you n*ggas
it ain’t safe out here for your b*tch ass
yeah, we did that, but don’t tell the police though
your hood pass got repo’ed
now who you gon’ call, all them weak hoes?
they supposed to be some soldiers, right?
but we gon’ put ’em on the stroll like hoes tonight, b*tch

[chorus: too $hort]
n*ggas always talk a lot of sh*t, huh? (ayy)
’til we get to aimin’ from the hip, huh? (ayy, ayy)
you know i’m really with it off the rip, huh? (ayy, ayy)
n*ggas ain’t sayin’ sh*t, that’s a trip, huh? (ayy, ayy)
right now, we h*lla lit, huh (ayy, ayy)
god d*mnit, i’ll steal a n*gga’s b*tch, huh (uh, ayy)
i pull up like this, huh
they don’t let a real n*gga in this b*tch, huh (ayy, ayy)

[verse 2: dj upgrade]
ayy
i ain’t playin’ wit’ your b*tch ass
lyin’ on your d*ck wit’ your b*tch ass
you can’t hit my blunt, you probably l!ck ass (ugh)
you ain’t with the sh*t wit’ your b*tch ass (swear)
starin’ at my b*tch wit’ your sl!ck ass (b*tch)
the hood don’t even f*ck with your snitch ass (you a snitch)
come to k!ller cali tryna kiss ass
and f*ck my ex*b*tch wit’ her witch ass (hey, b*tch)
you won’t even bang sh*t with your b*tch ass
better google my clique with your b*tch ass
think you money making mitch, but he sinbad (who?)
we push weight, grip iron, we the gym rats (hold on)
pull up grippin’ your b*tch ass (haha)
she said you borin’, my d*ck six flags (ayy)
she screamed, “bl**dy mary,” when i hit that
she got a hundred missed calls from your b*tch ass (d*mn)

[chorus: too $hort]
n*ggas always talk a lot of sh*t, huh? (ayy)
’til we get to aimin’ from the hip, huh? (ayy, ayy)
you know i’m really with it off the rip, huh? (ayy, ayy)
n*ggas ain’t sayin’ sh*t, that’s a trip, huh? (ayy, ayy)
right now, we h*lla lit, huh (ayy, ayy)
god d*mnit, i’ll steal a n*gga’s b*tch, huh (uh, ayy)
i pull up like this, huh
they don’t let a real n*gga in this b*tch, huh (ayy, ayy)

[verse 3: compton av]
chain lookin’ like a cooler on your b*tch ass (bling)
stick longer than a ruler on your b*tch ass (yeah)
mask off like i’m future on your b*tch ass
don’t make a n*gga put these shooters on your b*tch ass (brrt)
all i wanna do is ball on your b*tch ass (swish)
buy out the whole mall on your b*tch ass
you the type of n*gga show up to the strip club broke
i throw it up and watch it fall on your b*tch ass
rain on your b*tch ass, game on your b*tch ass
i came with the gang, you a lame with your b*tch ass
n*gga, where you from? you don’t bang with your b*tch ass
thuggin’ on the ‘net, then you change with your b*tch ass
my n*gga, yous a real*life b*tch
i say, my n*gga, yous a real*life b*tch
real, real*real*real life b*tch
n*n*gga, where you from? you don’t bang with your b*tch ass

[chorus: too $hort]
n*ggas always talk a lot of sh*t, huh? (ayy)
’til we get to aimin’ from the hip, huh? (ayy, ayy)
you know i’m really with it off the rip, huh? (ayy, ayy)
n*ggas ain’t sayin’ sh*t, that’s a trip, huh? (ayy, ayy)
right now, we h*lla lit, huh (ayy, ayy)
god d*mnit, i’ll steal a n*gga’s b*tch, huh (ayy, ayy)
i pull up like this, huh
they don’t let a real n*gga in this b*tch, huh (ayy, ayy)

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