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letra de ain't shit - suga free

hey, what’s up baby?-i mean ‘b-tch’
ain’t no lovey-dovey, ‘walk in the park’ sh-t with this
i see you outta pocket today baby-i mean ‘hoe’
go on home and choose him cause i don’t need no more

these n-gg-s trying to figure you dumb hoes out
cause they ain’t never slapped a b-tch and told her to watch her mouth
keep your hygiene up b-tch, you growin’ hair on your face
plus, you ain’t sh-t without me, i got some h-ll of a taste

b-tch, i got so many hoes i be forgettin’ they names
why you sellin’ dime bags you little broke -ss shame
i keep it pimpin’ enough to teach them square n-gg-s
i’m bigger than that b-tch told you, let’s share figures

you scared of high heights?
i make so much money you’ll jump out a window about 4 or 5 flights, n-gg-
you a dead b-tch, keep lookin hoe
i don’t know what the f-ck you lookin’ for

man, i wish i would open a door for a b-tch.
b-tch, you better open this door for me.
the f-ck you think this is?
you ain’t my girlfriend, b-tch and i definatly aint your boyfriend, hoe.
got life twisted and f-cked up.
need to knock the teeth out your motha f-ckin’ mouth.
go shave or somethin’ b-tch.
you look like a motherf-ckin’ man.

n-gg- you braggin’ because you f-cked that b-tch?
what you tryin’ to do besides tell me you ain’t got good sense?
you braggin’ ’bout a b-tch that ain’t got sh-t?
oh, that’s your homegirl? you got your -ss a death wish?

ya’ll motherf-ckers don’t wanna see me about nothin’
i ain’t that hard to find either, n-gg-, so quit bluffin’
let me catch you in my buisness, n-gg-, that’s on my ‘p’
kiss your whole hood good-bye, n-gg-, run up on me

i make g’s, i’m star, and partner i don’t play
don’t let that b-tch get you killed out here, kiss your moms, ok?
you wanna see me n-gg-?
about what?
about gettin’ your buster -ss gettin’ beat the f-ck up?

you n-gg-‘s better stay away from that b-tch
oh, that’s your friend?
lemme catch you with her n-gg- and i’ma check ya’ll chin

let that b-tch get to runnin’ off at the mothaf-ckin’ mouth with me
three strikes or not, f-ck this music
b-tch i’m sockin’ you in your mothaf-ckin mouth, straight up, and that’s on ‘p’
you know what i’m sayin’?
some bullsh-t
n-gg-s need to start knockin’ these b-tches out, man

yeah, b-tch, you done f-cked up now!
i can’t wait to see this -ss-whoopin’ finally go down
you a fake, you a phoney, unsophisticated pig
[?] went by and you still ain’t sh-t
dead b-tch walkin’
don’t know when to stop talking ’till the ak47 -ssult rifle starts barkin’
who’s your man b-tch?
somebody just like you?
good for nothin’, livin’ with your mom, sellin’ weed to you?

b-tch, go get some exercise and get a life!
to make the money that i make, b-tch, you gotta die and come back twice
yous just a broke b-tch, yous a fake b-tch
yous a dope fiend, your sister a c-ke fiend
you a hood rat b-tch and all that child neglect
one day, somebody gonna walk up to you a break your motha f-ckin’ neck

now, how the f-ck a b-tch gonna have on better clothes, better shoes, than her motherf-ckin’ kids?
you know what i’m sayin’?
b-tch, you can not wear black panies with motherf-ckin’ pink parachutte pants
stupid mothaf-ckin’ idiot.
no fashion sense what so mothaf-ckin’ ever.
mad at the world ain’t you? you know what?
if i was you and looked like you, b-tch, i’d be mad too.
ain’t happy for sh-t, cause you ain’t sh-t.
your momma ain’t sh-t.
and all your homeboys, and homegirls ain’t sh-t.
that’s suga free, n-gg-.
come see me, n-gg-.

- suga free

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