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Artist: Shyne
Album: Boys Will Be Boys b/w fck 'Em 12"
Song: fck 'Em
Typed by: BiGPuN
Verse 1:
Leave n****a layin' stiffer than my d*ck when it's up in a tight cl*t
return the Devils hate by fkin' a white b*tch
girls ain't s**t but some hips,
t*ts, cl*ts, and some fat lips to wrap around my d*ck
check it, ghetto girl in designer type
she could get it 'long as the vagina tight
keep they nose numb, high off of china white
kinda like the quartz, I knock 'em down, runnin' through my system,
p*ssy ain't right hit 'em with a aww naaaw
if the head right get remanded behind bars bizarre
grand jury endightment, lifetime sentence, stash my coke in they bra
the hustl-ar, ya'll custom-ar's
posted up on Broadway in a custom R
25 Mil' in the trunk
Nicky Barnes style on my way to the trunk
b*tch lets bump.
Chorus (Shyne and Female)
No, (fk these girls, fk these girls, fk 'em)
I don't love these girls, fk these hoes
No, (fk these n****s, fk these n****s, fk 'em)
I don't love these n****s, fk these n****s
('till the day that I die never get none of mine)
No, (fk these girls, fk these girls,
fk these girls, fk 'em)
I don't love these n****s, fk these scrubs
No, fk these n****s (Four Karat thug n****s want some love)
Verse 2:
I'm that n****a Priest from Supafly after he died
reincarnated, keep a b*tch wide
on the bed tied
like "Uh! Uh! Uh!", stop I'm tired
besides my Moms a b*tch' lips never touch my face,
maybe my girl, but I be watchin' her funny
like "Who d*ck you suckin' while I'm on tour gettin' money
tryin' to wash this crack money?"
I give a b*tch nothin' but sperm
when you n****s gon' learn?
Discern queens from gals, love from lust
The ones who ate p*ssy and take it in the butt
20 stacks in my pockets, I'm cheap
fkin' treatin' a freak to eat
I got KY Jelly and grease
and a stick of bubble gum b*tch, you want a piece?
C'mon....
Chorus
Verse 3:
Never met a b*tch I liked enough to love
and I share with my mothafkin' n***a Buzz
let the Homies get up on it,
treat a b*tch like a blunt, hit, hit, pass
head on my d*ck 'till she get whiplash
fk it I'm cold, some girls is colder
runnin' game just to get up in the Rover
Platinum R, Platinum Jehovah
not here b*tch, fk what they told ya'
Keys to the condo, Gucci ensamble
gaul streams in Santa Fe doin' the Mambo
laid back where the shade's at
white sand, tan, how many girls can say that?
you want that? we can do that...yeah right
not in your life
stay focused, get my money, every penny
fk if your legs broke b*tch, crawl on ya' belly
Chorus 'till fade...
