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letra de bitch in your eyes - mr. trippalot

[intro]
b-tch ass, b-tch ass, b-tch ass
b-tch ass, b-tch ass, b-tch ass

[verse 1: shady boy]
foo you dropping fake lines, tell the truth
i was backing up the hood from early youth
by the age of 15, i was keeping trucha
when i turned 16 my homies gave me a fuska
for real dawg, i burned that sh-t in a week
it’s a trip to see your enemies blood leak
i keep the strap under my seat
ain’t no place like home
cause me and the big body stay sitting on chrome
i’m from el monte
flores sprayed on the bricks
i spit sick, hit l!cks, tiny midgets cl!ck b-tch
in my hood only the strong survive
you ain’t got no heart
i seen the way you ride

[chorus]
i can see the b-tch in your eyes
homiе you ain’t got to lie
soon as i pop that nine
your ass will be flatlinеd
cause you ain’t really got no heart
i can see it in the way you ride
so before you talk about mine
you better think twice before you drop by
[verse 2: mr. trippalot]
the same heart falls
my life ain’t false
but a lot of you livin’ like b-tches and punks
you only imagine what i’ll pull from the trunk
i’m sick from the slums
so what’s next to come
ese follow my clika under the hot sun
the gangsters here, the worst is clear
i don’t mind you chafas but y’all be talking caca
misterioso con matracas, doble filo m-th-f-cka
a gangsta at work
i’m a man of my word
speak up and be heard
i’m curious to serve
so caile ese, if you got the nerve
laid out on the curb
all that lying got you hurt

[chorus]
i can see the b-tch in your eyes
homie you ain’t got to lie
soon as i pop that nine
your ass will be flatlined
cause you ain’t really got no heart
i can see it in the way you ride
so before you talk about mine
you better think twice before you drop by
[verse 3: dinero]
stop lying and deceiving
your scheming go in [?]
you’re bleeding with hollow tips
[?] grieving
you sold your soul m-th-f-cka
i see the b-tch in you
and your homies do too, your homies do too
i’m loked out now, walking on these streets
all up in your face and you still can’t see me
how many suckas wanna be me?
how many played a part?
if you ain’t being real with me
i will test your heart
there’s real sh-t cracking on these streets
there’s real heat out on these streets
i’m tired of dealing with pretender ass foos
claiming they do this and that
but end up fueling the few and at the end then they lose
you f-cking b-tch
knew you were a f-cking b-tch
couldn’t even look at me eye to eye m-th-f-cker
take your ass home m-th-f-cking b-tch

[chorus]
i can see the b-tch in your eyes
homie you ain’t got to lie
soon as i pop that nine
your ass will be flatlined
cause you ain’t really got no heart
i can see it in the way you ride
so before you talk about mine
you better think twice before you drop by
[outro]
you sorry soul m-th-f-cka
i see the b-tch in you
and your homies do too
your homies do too
i’m loked out now
walking on these streets
the same heart falls
my life ain’t false
but a lot of you livin’ like b-tches and punks
in my hood only the strong survive
you ain’t got no heart
i seen the way you ride

- mr trippalot

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