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b-tches ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks

b-tches ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks
lick on deez nutz and suck the d-ck
get’s the f-ck out after you’re done
and i hops in my [incomprehensible] to make a quick run

b-tches ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks
lick on deez nutz and suck the d-ck
get’s the f-ck out after you’re done
and i hops in my [incomprehensible] to make a quick run

i used to know a b-tch named eric wright
we used to roll around and f-ck the hoes at night
tight than a m-th-rf-cka with the gangsta beats
and we was ballin’ on the m-th-f-ckin’ compton streets

peep, the sh-t got deep and it was on
number 1 song after number 1 song
long as my m-th-f-ckin’ pockets was fat
i didn’t give a f-ck where the b-tch was at

but she was hangin’ with a white b-tch doin’ the sh-t she do
suckin’ on his d-ck just to get a buck or 2
and the few ends she got didn’t mean nothin’
now she’s suing ‘cuz the sh-t she be doin’ ain’t sh-t

b-tch can’t hang with the streets, she found herself short
so now she’s takin’ me to court
it’s real conversation for your -ss
so recognize and p-ss to daz

now, as i’m rollin’ with my n-gg- dre and eastwood
f-ckin’ hoes, clockin’ dough up to no good
we flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
but we don’t love them hoes, b-tch and it’s like that

this is what you look for in a hoe who got cash flow
ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
and get your dash on
while you’re chillin’, with your homies and sh-t
and how my n-gg-z kick the anthem like this, beyach

b-tches ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks
lick on deez nutz and suck the d-ck
get’s the f-ck out after you’re done
and i hops in my [incomprehensible] to make a quick run

to the store, to get me a 4 0
snoop doggy dogg paged that must mean more hoes
so i head down the street to long beach
just so i could meet, a freak
to lick me from my head to my feet

and i’m here, now i’m ready to be done up
nothin’ but homies around so i puts my gun up
b-tches on my nuts like clothes
but i’m from the pound and we don’t love them hoes

how could you trust a hoe?
‘cuz a hoe’s a trick
i don’t love them tricks
‘cuz a trick’s a b-tch
and my d-ck’s constantly in her mouth
turnin’ them trick -ss hoes the f-ck out now

i once had a b-tch named mandy may
used to be up in them guts like everyday
the p-ssy was the bomb, had a n-gg- on sprung
i was in love like a m-th-f-cka lickin’ the protung

the homies used to tell me that she wasn’t no good
but i’m the maniac in black, mr. snoop eastwood
so i figure n-gg-z wouldn’t trip with mine
guess what? got gaffled by one time

i’m back to the m-th-f-ckin’ county jail
6 months on my chest, now it’s time to bail
i get’s released on a hot sunny day
my n-gg- d.o.c. and my homey dr. dre

scooped in a coupe, snoop, we got news
your girl was trickin’ while you was draped in your county blues
i ain’t been out a second
and already gotta do some m-th-f-ckin’ chin checkin’

move up the block as we groove down the block
see, my girl’s house, dre, p-ss the glock
kick in the do’, i look on the flo’
it’s my little cousin daz and he’s f-ckin’ my hoe, yo

(b-tches ain’t sh-t)
i unc-cked my sh-t, i’m heart-broke but i’m still loc’ed
man, f-ck a b-tch

b-tches ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks
lick on deez nutz and suck the d-ck
get’s the f-ck out after you’re done
and i hops in my [incomprehensible] to make a quick run

b-tches ain’t sh-t but hoes and tricks
lick on deez nutz and suck the d-ck
get’s the f-ck out after you’re done
and i hops in my [incomprehensible] to make a quick run

(b-tches ain’t sh-t)
i don’t give a f-ck about a b-tch
(b-tches ain’t sh-t)
but i and her know that they can’t fade this

‘cuz i’m doin’ my own thing
(b-tches ain’t sh-t)
down with the sw-ng
i’m hangin’ with death row like it ain’t no thing

i say you know can’t deal
(b-tches ain’t sh-t)
‘cuz i’m a b-tch that’s real
motherf-cker need to step back, h-ll yeah
they need to chill

because i don’t give a f-ck
(b-tches ain’t sh-t)
and i don’t give a f-ck
and i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck

and now i gotta do some
i gotta do some sh-t that’s clean
(b-tches ain’t sh-t)
but when i’m on a d-ck, h-ll yeah, i get real mean
like a washing machine
i can wash the clothes
all the hoes knows
that i’m on the flo’ ho

but they can’t hang with my type on sw-ng
(b-tches ain’t sh-t)
i ain’t tryin’ to say i suck every ding-a-lang
but just the juicy ones
with the tip of the tongue
and then their sprung
with the nuts hung
(b-tches ain’t sh-t)

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