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can't take her - too $hort lyrics

[intro: too $hort]
short dog…

[verse 1: too $hort]
i’m just tryna find me a winner
take her somewhere and put nine up in her
i gots no time for beginners
i put her on top and then i spin her
she got that good head on her shoulders
arch that back when i tell her roll over
and if i f-ck her real good, she let me cream in her mouth
my d-ck ain’t in her p-ssy, why she screamin’ so loud?
she just a c-m freak, she can’t wait ‘til i bust
the b-tch loves real n-ggas like us (what she like?)
she likes girls and boys, she like playing with toys
she like l!cking and sucking, and when she first started f-ckin’
she ain’t have to learn nothin’, she’s a s-xpert
give a d-ck or a p-ssy and she gon’ make it squirt
and if you make her scream loud, she’ll say “daddy, f-ck me harder”
you better not stop her once you get started
getting sloppy head, d-ck soakin’ wet
she uses both hands when she wanna stroke the d-ck
that’s a whole lotta m-th-f-ckin’ spit, b-tch
if you did this for a living, you would get rich
she ain’t tryna hear that sh-t, n-gga, she ain’t playin’
she ain’t tryna f-ck a trick like you if you ain’t payin’
she just tryna light that weed, and pour me a drink
you wanna f-ck, you better tell her what you think
b-tch!

[chorus: ymtk]
fly n-gga with a ride or die b-tch
close-knit, bad b-tch won’t quit
keep it lit, h-lla solid, hold my sh-t down
and break ‘em, break ‘em, weak n-gga, you can’t take her, take her
dope p-ssy, dope d-ck, dope mix
gotta stir it up, bad b-tch won’t quit
keep it lit, h-lla solid, hold my sh-t down
and break ‘em, break ‘em, weak n-gga, you can’t take her, take her

[verse 2: too $hort]
they call me short dog, i’m famous, mayne
for three decades, i’ve been spittin’ game
where your b-tch at—you tryna find her?
i been having broads in the a before desiigner
i keep a new whip, my sh-t is too clean
still pimpin’ on a b-tch, same routine
same ol’ todd, same blue jeans
getting money out a b-tch ‘cause i move mean
i got a hundred bands from a b-tch
i ain’t gotta sell records to be rich
i got a whole lotta ice on my wrists
that b-tch could leave, n-gga, i don’t give a sh-t
‘cause i got another b-tch in miami beach
a real freak, she flies back and forth every week
she works at kod, and aod
it’s all on a b-tch, you know it’s aob
i met this b-tch, her name was b-tch
she was dubai and her daddy was rich
she said whatever i want, she would buy
i told the b-tch i want a red lamborghini that flies
all these hoes in my life
and i ain’t ever once tried to make one my wife
i just break ‘em out and stick to the paper route
it’s pimpin’ on a b-tch—what’s all this hate about?

[chorus: ymtk]
i’m just a fly n-gga with a ride or die b-tch
close-knit, bad b-tch won’t quit
keep it lit, h-lla solid, hold my sh-t down
and break ‘em, break ‘em, weak n-gga, you can’t take her, take her
dope p-ssy, dope d-ck, dope mix
gotta stir it up, bad b-tch won’t quit
keep it lit, h-lla solid, hold my sh-t down
and break ‘em, break ‘em, weak n-gga, you can’t take her, take her

[outro: ymtk]
dope p-ssy, dope d-ck, dope mix
stir it up, bad b-tch won’t quit
keep it lit, h-lla solid, hold my sh-t down…

- too hort lyrics

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