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letra de flame 'em - bobby p & the b

[chorus: bobby p & the b]
his wife’s a b-tch
it’s not even his wife
she’s trying to get rich
living the good life
tried to map the sh-t
wrong map b-tch sike
but that’s not the sitch
bobby spit into the mic

[verse 1: bobby p]
b-tch sike you know she’s a dike
under the stairs like a wizard that sh-t ain’t right
you come to the school and you say what’s good
then you try to teach drugs to a school with a hood
to be honest, christie sounds like a beotch
she’s probably only dating you for that fiat
but really i just feel bad for her
she’s a vet but she still can’t get her p-ssy to purr
seriously what the f-ck is up
vacations to granada giving out shoulder rubs
you say down there everybody knows your name
i guess that’s the only chance you’ll ever know fame
she probably only likes you cause you’re cop
catching criminals but you’re still getting robbed
your c-ckiness is really getting out of hand
more annoying than people who think ayce is a band
the only bands here are the ones missing from your wallet
so blonde she calls your gun a watcha-ma-call-it
in the past i said i was done dissing
and then i realized i had been missing
out on some bullsh-t that was really going on
telling adolescent teens to put away their shlongs
you always seem to make fun of poor christie
who’s the man in this relationship now really
cause i really don’t think it’s you, you always act b-tchy
of the people you arrested you are more shifty
i’m gonna expose you more than just your gf
pretending to go undercover asking if she’s dtf
you always just want to pick a favorite
because we’re the first cl-ss we don’t even say sh-t
some people say i can’t diss shaw
but i have the first amendment that’s the f-cking law
i mean come on
it’s the first one on the list
trust me i know he’ll be f-cking p-ssed
but really i don’t even think he can say sh-t
but he’ll act like a girl on the phone and make a hissy-fit

[chorus: bobby p & the b]
his wife’s a b-tch
it’s not even his wife
she’s trying to get rich
living the good life
tried to map the sh-t
wrong map b-tch sike
but let’s get to the sitch
b spit into the mic

[verse 2: the b]
this motherf-cker wouldn’t let us leave the premises
now his bald head is my motherf-cking nemesis
drives around in an suv
when his girl asks him to leave
he comes and starts beef
the f-ck does he do?
he doesn’t even teach
but now and then he gives a sh-tty speech
about nudes, drugs and the hoes all around
he preaches all the bad sh-t about our town
on his patrol car he’s got gabby bending down
b-tching in his office as ayce steals the crown
he says stay down as he cruises around attempting
you don’t scare anyone b-tch your clip’s empty
the senior-cl-ss -ss must be f-cking tempting
if you got a small paper he’ll hit you with the taser
even though his own -ss is a four-twenty blazer
busting these kids for smoking those cigs
trying to make money to buy a nice wig
hair is gone and so is your ex
all you did was beg for s-x
so she made you leave the complex
to pull a ty merk, sweat through your shirt
and get wet to a pre-teen then go jerk
d-mn shaw, mr. or should i call you mike?
i saw your -ss at the fest whippin’ round the bike
other cops want you out the station, permanent vacation
and back to the bas-m-nt
your house is f-cking vacant
watch the bank take it
my att-tude is blatant like a secret agent
cuffs on your wrists like b-tches wearin’ bracelets
car chasin’
you’ll be the one on the run
you’ll be the one on the other end of the f-cking gun
you’ll be the one with two dads for your f-cking son
or the one begging for a chance
wishing you could keep your police pants
dumped the vet you never wanted her
you’re not a f-cking officer, photographer
pressure like barometer
use the speedometer
you think you’re a commodore
but you’re just a f-cking monitor
you got me ill man i’m sickened
walkin’ round giving everyone a ticket
exceeded and speeded past the limit
everyone listened when they saw it was explicit
just cause you got a gun doesn’t mean you’re tough
i mean your needy girl has you in your own cuffs
when i speak of a diss, i never ever bluff
but i think this bald b-tch has had a f-cking ’nuff

-headphone drop-

(oh)

- bobby p the b

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