girl, lick my balls too You was talkin big shit when I called you You said you never fucked another girl before And you wanted me to help you so Bitch, I took you
even if you niggas hit the lotto You never could win not until I go I know you squares can't hang with me What you talking about you can't spit this game
prostitutes Do what you gotta do No SoundScans got your record label hot at you They droppin you, two years ago we was poppin you You was talkin shit about nobody stoppin you
fuck with you main Foul mouthed little motherfuckers.. ? Verse Three: Too $hort It's cause rap music is like sellin dope Every dollar you invest you
[Too $hort] Yeah baby you know whassup Tryin to get this money girl I'ma take you out to Las Vegas, put you to work Show you how to get this real money
yo' fault, did you do that? You think yo' ex-bitch, gon' ever take you back? Hell naw, you still thinkin you a player You only got one girl; you just
, you don't, want no mo' Even if you don't want no mo' The pussy's just like dope First time you got a shot, you was hooked When she walked into your life, you
what we preach when it comes to breakin' hoez, man We do whatever we want to, you talk about what you wish You ain't a fuckin' (???), You be hated for
If you fuckin up then you get to go Somebody gon' hold you down so you can't get up off that cold ground Lights flashin, and you keep passin out You know
you want you can get it Anything you pay for, she'll earn Give her some money, she'll take your sperm, nigga Hook: Kokane (Too $hort) Nigga thats pimp
shit [$hort] Whatchu say bitch? [Chyna] Haha, nigga know what you do? You let my nuts go, ya heard me? You let my nuts go, hahahaha [$hort] Oh you Chyna
", Then why you have that breezy drivin your big-body benz for? You say you only out to get some head, and then to stab, But I see you up at Monty's
Beeyotch!! You nasty, you nasty bitch Thats what I said bitch (you nasty) I said you nasty (you nasty) Fuck that shit, fuck you hoes (you nasty) Fuck
do what you gotta do No Sound Scans got your record label hot at you They droppin' you, two years ago we was poppin' you You was talkin' shit about nobody stoppin' you
Yeah, baby, you know whassup Tryin' to get this money, girl I'ma take you out to Las Vegas, put you to work Show you how to get this real money You know
we preach when it comes to breakin' hoes, man We do whatever we want to, you talk about what you wish You ain't a fuckin' [Incomprehensible], you be
stingy girl, lick my balls too You was talkin' big shit when I called you You said, you never fucked another girl before And you wanted me to help you so Bitch, I took you
