letra de why you run yo mouth - lady bee (usa)
[intro]
i’m down to die on my time
it was for me, i own
why you running yo c-ck sucker?
why you running yo c-ck sucker?
[lady bee verse 1]
lady bee, the pimp makin cheese
weed smoke always in the air
why you runnin yo mouth b-tch?
i bet ya ain’t on welfare
rollin 16,000, i ride clean on yo funkin ass
bumpin johnnie taylor
motor tight, 180 on the dash
pimpin in my blood
hollywood is what i’m claiming hoe
seventh st, college park, sanders st and tupelo
different players from the hood
taking no sh-t, we get our hustle on
step up to this gangsta b-tch
17 shot counted to yo dome
[skinny pimp verse 2]
blast froggy m-th-f-ckers
make them hoes drop it off
woodlawn village n-ggas
knockin b-tches socks off
north memphis stickin down
b-tch we drinkin crown and clownin
poppin m-th-rf-ckers for that dope
now give it to me hoe
[lady bee verse 3]
wanches hate this sh-t
we show no love m-th-rf-cka
[skinny pimp verse 4]
we don’t love you hoes
so we blast on you bustas
[lady bee verse 5]
gimisum production
let b-tches know that money talk
[skinny pimp verse 6]
bullsh-t walk by on you though
that sh-t goes for all y’all
[chorus]
i’m down to die on my time
it was for me i own
why you running yo c-ck sucker?
b-tch my pockets swoled up
[skinny pimp verse 7]
i’m a young n-gga from the hood and i’m f-cked up
i got a fat coat full of dope
and i’m lookin broke
the police don’t expect me
slangin 2 for 35
junkies constantly p-wnin sh-t for me
you see, my dope’s some fire
i’m up in the kitchen
rockin up that white stuff
now, it’s a narcotic but she swallowed this
it make your heart bust
open up my back door, then i sat up on the porch
place the dope up under my nuts
junkies started to comin up
now i got ’em piled up there
rollin, boomin, smokin out
2 or 3 ounces, big rock shop
leavin me so clout
i hit the mall of memphis every week to get a fresh suit
frontin junkies dope the day before they get their welfare check
shot them f-ckin narcs mane
cause they tryna make a stang
kickin in my dope house, they didn’t knock
so, f-ck it, i shot that thang
yeah
so, don’t you come up with that cop sh-t
i shoot that th-zzz-ang at yo ass
b-tch, when i’m sweatin the track
[chorus]
i’m down to die on my time
it was for me, i own
why you running yo c-ck sucker?
b-tch my pockets swoled up
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