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letra de bitch ain't shit - unlv

first verse:
{tec-9}

ah sh-t now i’m kind of in a fit
them suckers locked me up now they treat me like a b-tch
i don’t have no remorse for all the crimes that i did
but still doesn’t mean you have to treat me like a pig
i’m standin’ on my own i got to make it in that world
i’m havin’ thoughts of another n-gg- peepin’ down on my girl
well anyway that’s why i’m in this b-tch tryin’ please a b-tch
pullin’ all capers to get the b-tch hair fixed
you tellin’ me i’m crazy but love is a motherf-cker
couldn’t find a job i turned to sellin’ cluckers
makin’ bank buyin’ cars all that flashy -ss sh-t
now a days that’s the only way a man can keep a b-tch
you tellin’ me you love why the f-ck i’m out of smokes
it wasn’t all that when i was up to sellin’ dope
puttin’ clothes on yo back thinkin’ you was all that
now that i’m facin’ time you dropped me like a bad habit
funny how a b-tch can use a n-gg- for his ends
an ride around town in my car with her friends
she tellin’ me that she love me and tellin’ me she legit
but tec is here to tell you a b-tch ain’t sh-t

chorus:

now these is for the hoes i can’t trust
a b-tch ain’t sh-t
she play you for your ends and
spend it up with her friends
i’m here to tell you

second verse:
{lil’ ya}

well my situation is kind of strange
i was f-ckin’ the b-tches an breakin’ the hoes
because i got game but when i made me
a m-th-rf-ckin’ song same hit hoes jock me
’cause they know i got it goin’ on
they started playin’ the role that i used to play
buy me some tents f-ck me good then i’m on my way
but they can’t get jack
b-tch i ain’t with you
you can suck my d-ck and step the f-ck back
’cause lil’ ya is the same o’l n-gg- trick
i got to get into yo pockets so i can make mine bigger b-tch
you can try to run game and make me think your my f-ckin’ queen
but i’m a treat you with this d-ck like halloween
ya try to play me out but you played me to close
the only thing you got left is this d-ck down yo throat hoe
b-tches just today ain’t sh-t you got to treat ’em bad
to make the stupid hoes legit so get yo mind right
and wind up n-gg- ya givin’ her all yo time and money
b-tch is gonna leave ya now fela’s don’t play ya self
like a trick ’cause ya’s here to tell you
that a b-tch ain’t sh-t

chorus:

now these is for the hoes i can’t trust
a b-tch ain’t sh-t
don’t be a f-ckin’ dummy because she play
you for your money fool
i’m here to tell you

third verse:
{yella boy}

now i never ever got the f-ckin’ attention
that i thought i should have had
hoes are playin’ me to the left
ain’t that cold ain’t that sad
might not hang out with fela’s or might not
hang out just as late
but you make my f-ckin’ day
if i can take you out on a date
when i called you smiled you used to say
a n-gg- was cute when a n-gg- needed a ride
you never ever stopped to scoop
you claim you changed my diapers and you
knew me since birth i rather smoke weed
and gee you -ss to the hearst
i asked you for your number ’cause i thought you would chill
but you looked me up and down like i was poppin’ boo-koo pills
size don’t matter because a n-gg- can be gay
way back in the pin a gangster couldn’t get no play
real gangster gangster pictures used to blow my high
takin’ a hit started guessin’ but quiet as i crep
just imagine a player wish a hoe would get with this
givin’ me faces winked her eye and blew me a kiss
some said that i was young some said i was dumb
i was very grown for my age my d-ck was still shootin’ c-m
but i must not be legit but like a fiend you got me sick
that’s why i wrote this d-mn song because a
b-tch ain’t sh-t

chorus:

now these is for the hoes i can’t trust
a b-tch ain’t sh-t
she’ll act like she’s down but you’ll
find out in the end
i’m here to tell you

forth verse:
{tec-9}

money talks sh-t walks and i’ll be out in a week
and it won’t be long before i’m back up on my feet
an them stanky -ss hoes who took everything
that i had is walkin’ around that same neighborhood
lookin’ bad f-ckin’ anything that walk
just to get a f-ckin’ hit i’m fiendin’ for a nut
so you can suck up on my d-ck
i remember those times i kept your pockets fat
an if you was in trouble i was slangin’ my gat
bustin’ heads cuttin’ throats all that for that
dog hoe

- unlv

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