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letra de that bitch is bad - mack 10

all i do is think about f-ckin’ you
got me gone, p-ssy won’t let me go home
trick and cash, just so i can hit that -ss
you’re the one, want for you to have my son
b-tch you bad

i had this b-tch named katrina that lived in pasadena
it’s like my d-ck would get hard, every time i seen her
she had bold legs, -ss and a big fat cl-t
i gotta admit, i even spoiled this b-tch a little bit
the homies said i was trickin’ and actin’ all mooshy
yeah, but call it what you want, she had some bomb -ss p-ssy
smart as f-ck, educated pretty little hoe
you know the kind a b-tch you really didn’t mind doin’ sh-t fo’

h-ll, i bought the b-tch cars, [incomprehensible] gucci and prada
plus it wasn’t sh-t for me to just slide her a few dollars
man, one of us caught up, the -ss was on stack
i used to love to pull up hair when i f-cked her from the back
i used to spank her -ss, choke her deep d-ck and ruff s-x
she said she like it like that, she was from the projects
she used to look back, smile and say, “i love you boo”
and sh-t, the p-ssy was so good, i’d say, “i love you too”
f-ck it

all i do is think about f-ckin’ you
got me gone, p-ssy won’t let me go home
trick and cash, just so i can hit that -ss
you’re the one, want for you to have my son
b-tch you bad

when the s-x is like incredible, n-gg-, you been there before
you don’t wanna call her a hoe but you know deep down, she is a hoe
got her name tattooed up on yo’ chest
b-tch, always pushin’ up nothin’ but mess
gotcha keys you can leave but you ain’t, just can’t
every time you see them breast

parents goin’, what a shame, gave that b-tch yo last name
she came through and scooped you like a serious verious hurricane
she f-cked you, sucked you, treat you nice
sucked yo’ nuts with a lot of ice
make you come not once but twice, then make you some eggs and rice

p-ssy’s like a hustle, she got you with her muscle
no need to fight and tussle, let it go, don’t russell
big girls swalla, little girls spit
if i was in yo’ shoes i’d be hooked on that sh-t
playa, i been there before, had myself a bad hoe
f-cked dmx, that group next and even boned that n-gg- joe
stutta, stutta, motherf-cker, mouth was the sh-t
now i know why the whole music industry love that b-tch

all i do is think about f-ckin’ you
got me gone, p-ssy won’t let me go home
trick and cash, just so i can hit that -ss
you’re the one, want for you to have my son
b-tch you bad

i been a bread winner and a gold dayton spinner
and i like a high cl-ss hoe with a little ghetto in her
this cash money now and as a matter of fact
i think these hoes is scheming ’cause i signed my contract
had this cute little blood b-tch i knew from high school
she said, “you drive a gang porshe but that new bentley is woo”
man, this b-tch was ghetto and had a little spanish look
-ss was like a basketball, her hair was off the hook

the tightest little gang bang b-tch i ever seen
lift her ratted dress up, the b-tch would be a f-ckin’ queen
on the low slide the hoe, some sticky green just to kick it
gave her some shopping money and she through a hood picnic
i ain’t never been a n-gg- to straight romance a hoe
but little lani qua had a bombin’, her thang and 1-o
and i could give a f-ck less about what the next n-gg- say
’cause if money got this p-ssy then sh-t, i got to pay ya’ heard

all i do is think about f-ckin’ you
got me gone, p-ssy won’t let me go home
trick and cash, just so i can hit that -ss
you’re the one, want for you to have my son
b-tch you bad

b-tch you bad, b-tch you bad, b-tch you bad

- mack 10

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