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Write me a little 'Save a hoe' speech All these fake-ass hoes, fake punk-ass bitches Do you know what I mean, Vern? Fuckin' 'em up like that, man $hort Dogs in the house, bitch She's a punk-ass bitch, hoe, tramp and a slut Took her to the motel just to fuck Last night she licked all on my balls Pussy got wet like Niagara-falls Dropped my drawls and the bitch said, shit Skinny motherfucka' with a fat-ass dick It? s like a T-P-treatment, tongue so fast From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass She got busy so I called the crew You bitches know what to do Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps Try to get the pussy and she say you can't Me and my partners we got that game Check a square-ass bitch and make her throw that thang You wine and dine that nasty freak Dropped her off and got a kiss on the cheek You never even knew how she ran in the house Jumped on the phone, started burnin' me out She kept beepin' so I made the call Bitch on the phone, jackin' off Sounded like she was havin' fun Playin' with her pearl tongue I said 'Bitch, I'm on my way' I give it to you, homeboy, play by play She had on polka dots with a miniskirt Jumped in the car, straight went to work I must to bust two nuts, back to back Never seen a bitch work head like that She had me jumpin' out of my seat Workin? her jaws to the beat She was a good dick sucker, I can't lie Sucked so good I thought I d die Bitch blew me up, blew me down All the way back to the Oakland-town Baby started singin' 'I love you' Tellin' me things she wanted to do If I needed some money, come to her Anythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth And you know what I said I told the bitch I said 'Bitch, I'm rich'
Fuck these hoes, man I ain't trippin' I'm like Al Long-hair suckers I know you're fine, bitch but you got no cash You need to get a job but you're lazy-ass Quit tryin' to juice me up, I ain't no punk I put you in the rap with some serious funk I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and shit All the time talkin' about your fake-ass gifts George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain Bitch, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game You better take it and shut the fuck up Stop runnin' your mouth like a sucker 'Cause you's a punk bitch, it shows a mile away Everythin' you do and everythin' you say Makes you a punk bitch, no good, no doubt All I gotta do is stick a dick in your mouth Wanna give up the pussy, bitch, I'll pass You're too slim, I like your mama's ass Pops came home, came up short Found me in the back room, fuckin' 'em both Now I'm the step-daddy and the son-in-law You call me Too $hort, they call me too raw I creep out one room into the next Nothin' goin' on but some serious sex Some of these hoes might think I'm played Bald-head bitch need some dookie braids 'Cause that nappy-hair don't even hit What's cookin' in the kitchen on the back of your neck Well, like you burned the rise and wanna front on me You could never fuck with $hort, baby I'm from the O A K L A N D, I slap you in the face with reality These punk-ass hoes out here are sick Have ya walkin' round with a drippy dick So beautiful fine young thang, to get that cock was just like a dream But now three days later ask Kool Moe You feel the burnin' sensation down below You're the true blue victim of a punk-ass bitch Thought she was a square and she gave you the shit So for all you hoes that live like this All the homies in the house say 'Punk-ass bitch'
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