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i just wanna - too $hort lyrics

[intro: too $hort]
yeah, we h-lla disrespectful
we do what the f-ck we want, when the f-ck we want
we don’t give a f-ck what you say
that’s how it is in the bay, baby
we h-lla m-th-f-ckin’ disrespectful, b-tch
ay, mistah f.a.b., tell these m-th-f-ckas how we do it

[verse 1: too $hort]
i just want a s-xy b-tch from another country
a southern girl thick as f-ck, and h-lla country
i just wanna buy a bentley, black on black
then buy my young b-tch a fake louis bag
200 thou foreign parked in front the house
if the b-tch is boring, kick her -ss out
if the b-tch is choosing, make her cash out
i don’t want the p-ssy, b-tch, i want some mouth
i want the blue strips, these b-tches foolish
these b-tches choosin’; pimpin’, let’s do this
b-tch, i am ruthless; i used to be toothless
i was still stuntin’ hard, clean -ss cars, pullin’ up with a cute b-tch

[chorus: mistah f.a.b.]
i just wanna ride around town getting high with a bad b-tch
i just wanna high-side, pull up on the side of my old b-tch
i just wanna ask a n-gg- to his face ‘why you actin’ like a b-tch?’
i can’t wait to tell a hater n-gg- ‘f-ck you and that b-tch’
i just wanna ride around town getting high with a bad b-tch
i just wanna high-side, pull up on the side of my old b-tch
i just wanna ask a n-gg- to his face ‘why you actin’ like a b-tch?’
i can’t wait to tell a hater n-gg- ‘f-ck you and that b-tch’

[verse 2: mistah f.a.b.]
i just wanna wake up to some hundred thousands
h-ll, all my n-gg-s we are out of housing
i just want a rolie, not too much to ask
a ghetto -ss b-tch with a lotta -ss
i just want a chain and my diamonds dancing
a whole bunch of cars and a private mansion
some supermodel b-tches that i don’t remember
my closet looking like a n-gg- robbed a tender
pull up in the benz, pull up in a jag, pull up in a bentley
ignoring h-lla texts and super bad b-tches saying
“can you come and get me?”
no, i don’t feel like dealing with these b-tches
i don’t even wanna really be bothered
i ain’t gotta go on maury just to tell a b-tch “i am not the father”

- too hort lyrics

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