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letra de treat her like a prostitute - thirstin howl iii

[intro: thirstin howl iii]
you fake pimp ass n-ggas paying these b-tches bills
buying everything these b-tches want
y’all n-ggas ain’t got no pimp status

[verse 1: thirstin howl iii]
i had a private dancer, girl named samantha
never recognized me with my pants up
met the b-tch on the ave, she gave me crabs
six months later, i gave them back
i get head in the whip, on foot, or skateboard
never one piece of p-ssy paid for
take you out to eat, no [?] movie
what day you get paid b-tch? let me p-wn your jewelry
welfare chicks welcome here
when i drive you crazy, let you steer
treat her like a prostitute
she love a n-gga more when i got no loot
she bought my jeans, my drawers, the fila velours
ain’t nothing i can’t have that we see in the store
hold up shorty, let me check your purse
cause every last nickel you gon spend on thirst

[interlude: thirstin howl iii and meyhem lauren]
give me all that shorty (huh)
ayo meyhem lauren, what it is? (what’s good n-gga?)
you know shorty right? she be frontin on n-ggas from around here, but (yeah, yeah)
i heard you was dealing with that, so what’s poppin?
[verse 2: meyhem lauren]
she said she was a freak, her b-tthole was fluent in greek
i used to f-ck her in the face and bust sperm on her cheek
d-ck chillin’ on the tonsils, shorty can’t even speak
gave her the listerine c-ck, had her gargling meat
mad[?] black ball l!cking in the passenger seat
professional freak, specialty swallowing skeet
i ain’t lying, shorty got down like that
summertime, had the b-tch l!cking sweat off my sack
hit her from the back, then i made her change directions
had her work the pole, i ain’t talking elections
i was sippin’ ‘gnac, son, she was drinking erections
serious d-ck taker, like it was a profession
i stay on my job, could [?] my ride
condoms, my [?]
dressed like i’m god
b-tches get open off jewels and cars
i give ’em meat and dough like they watching they carbs, word

[outro: meyhem lauren]
that’s what we do, son
we don’t be buying these b-tches no extra sh-t, know what i mean?
know what i’m sayin’? these n-ggas be acting like they got daughters, n-gga
that’s your girl-? that’s your b-tch or that’s your daughter?
f-ck you payin’ for everything for, n-gga? come on
i tell a b-tch straight up, “i’m fly enough for the both of us, ma”
i got three hundred pairs of boxers, i don’t even do laundry, i just rock drawls, and throw ’em somewhere, and put on another pair, f-ck outta here
n-ggas got sixty nine sweaters and sh-t
hundred fifty pairs of sneakers, i don’t even play sports, ma
why the f-ck i got so many sneakers, man?
lo lifes, double l sh-t, outdoorsmen
brooklyn and queens, what the f-ck n-ggas do?
we ain’t trickin on you b-tches, word up
but if you one of you b-tches like me, you wanna take a n-gga shoppin’ or something
you know, make me a steak, it’s all love
word up

- thirstin howl iii

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