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fuck them - too $hort lyrics

[intro: bishop of crunk]
eh
yeah
arf
f*ck them
hah hah
hah hah
yeah

[chorus: too $hort & bishop of crunk]
f*ck them
f*ck them
n*gga, f*ck them
that’s what i said
f*ck them
f*ck them
i don’t give a f*ck about you boys
f*ck them
i don’t give a f*ck about your crew
f*ck them
i don’t give a f*ck about your b*tches
f*ck them
n*gga, what?

[verse 1: too $hort]
h*ll na, don’t trust them
rich ass n*ggas out loud, i say f*ck them
he’s a b*tch ass n*gga, cashing out hoes on the spot, he’s a trick
give a b*tch everything he got so quick
now his wife’s a ho
his girl’s a sl*t
see a big d*ck, and they ready to f*ck
yeah i f*ck them, i let your hoes buy me gifts
and [?] f*ck them
f*ck them with a long wide d*ck
i’ll f*ck your b*tch til her p*ssy hurts
then dig in her perse, and show her what it’s worth
i don’t even know why you would sponcer that ho
’cause all she said you like to do is grind on her slow
b*tches do that for free
you ain’t know?
they don’t ever charge me, you must be slow
you couldn’t get out of [?] with a latter
to all the backstabbers, and all the mad rappers
[chorus: too $hort & bishop of crunk]
f*ck them
f*ck them
n*gga, f*ck them
that’s what i said
f*ck them
f*ck them
i don’t give a f*ck about you boys
f*ck them
i don’t give a f*ck about your crew
f*ck them
i don’t give a f*ck about your b*tches
f*ck them
n*gga, what?

[verse 2: too $hort]
h*ll na, i don’t trust them
f*ck these hoes
get these nuts when i bust them
get up and get my clothes
you ain’t [?] me, with your stanking weed
i ain’t tryna traid love for my bank receats
but you ain’t nothing but a [?] and yur p*ssy [?] fresh
when i got you undressed, and i put you to the test
you got an f
you flunked, you failed, you f*cked up, oh well
i guess i’m too real for these b*tches
and these lame ass suckers with no game
saying f*ckers
they wish we wouldn’t hear, but man, they can’t [?]
so get back, n*gga, while i get stacks, n*gga
i once fell off, but i bounced back, n*gga
had to call on my b*tch, to get the cheese
go fall on some d*cks and get 50 g’s
that’s what it’s made for, the p*ssy’s on the payroll
you not a pimp, she’s not a ho, dang, gotta play the role
[chorus: too $hort & bishop of crunk]
f*ck them
f*ck them
n*gga, f*ck them
that’s what i said
f*ck them
f*ck them
i don’t give a f*ck about you boys
f*ck them
i don’t give a f*ck about your crew
f*ck them
i don’t give a f*ck about your b*tches
f*ck them
n*gga, what?

- too hort lyrics

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