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lirik lagu what the fuck – too $hort

what the f-ck

[verse 1: too $hort]
what the f-ck is wrong with too $hort?
what the f-ck he tryina make somethin new for?
why that n-gg- keep spittin all that game
why he still gettin b-tches, this sh-t is insane
all my life i been writin these verses
learned the game cause i like to go in p-ssy and purses
it feels good to be a motherf-ckin pimp
sometimes i knock a b-tch just to do it on the strength
every time you see me – i’m on ’em
that’s how we was raised up in northern california
she bought it all and if you gotta ask why
you ain’t on the case, man, you not a pi
don’t trip, i know what’s up with you
you take her shoppin and the b-tch ain’t even f-ckin you
n-gg-, you bout as sorry as they come
they took you to a strip club and you bought up all the ones
what the f-ck

what the f-ck! (what the f-ck!)

what the f-ck!
b-tch

[verse 2: too $hort]
what the f-ck is wrong with some of you b-tches?
waitin on a wealthy man to come through with riches
and shower you with presents, what’s the mission?
you shoulda been a hoe cause there’s really no difference
what you want? a marriage and have babies with a millionaire?
but not too many ladies get to live in here
you better stay in school
cause old sl-ts with ball players just ain’t too cool
spent all them years on your back
h-lla n-gg-s with contracts, they f-cked that
b-tch, you got some thangs on your mind?
used to be dime but now you ain’t so fine
and all the little girls wanna be just like you
they wanna f-ck a rich n-gg- too
worse than me, you’re not a good role model
offered her a shot, the b-tch drank the whole bottle
what the f-ck

what the f-ck! (what the f-ck!)

what the f-ck! (what the f-ck!)

what the f-ck! (what the f-ck!)

what the f-ck!
b-tch

[verse 3: too $hort]
so i had to do it all again
what happened to the game? i can’t call it, pimp
you tell me, we let the squares change the rules
snitchin is cool and y’all trickin like some fools
what the f-ck you n-gg-s thinkin?
and where the f-ck is all the motherf-ckin kingpins?
what would life be without the snitches and the feds?
a mattress full of money, two b-tches in the bed
it’s hard to get around them federal guidelines
too many real n-gg-s sittin on the sidelines
while b-tch n-gg-s keep playin the role
you know you not a gangsta, what you sayin it fo’?
i picked up the phone and said, ‘who is this?’
you got your own label and you in the music biz?
but you never put out sh-t, you never had a hit
and never went to the bank to deposit one check
what the f-ck

what the f-ck! (what the f-ck!)

what the f-ck! (what the f-ck!) (what the f-ck!)

what the f-ck!
n-gg-

b-tch

- kumpulan lirik lagu too $hort