Lyrics:
to bitches even when you right here
I text 'em in the room when we layin' right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
Bridget
What's more tripped out dawg is they sisters
Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they sisters
They momma, named them after white bitches
So next
killin' these bitches)
Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
And the time we denied the women's rights
Huh, talkin' 'bout great, like the AIDS outbreak
Like when they brought crack cocaine to the hood
Like when they
brick like a sensei
Break the great white down to a fish plate
Woo, pockets on inflate
Got the Yay locked down like Kim K
I been sippin' codeine since 10k
Ooh-Ooh
Ah, here we go now, Oh
[Male Rapper]
Like a great boy, all my other women are insoles
We're thinkin' 'bout the great expedition
for the Bloods
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
Or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
Early light,
too complex
But let's just say shorty has an undeveloped context
About the perception of women these days
His mama sings along and this what she says
in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads (you gotta meet me)
Oh, we're goin', we're goin' great
At the edge of town (tropic corridor,
niggas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and niggas your type never exchange numbers
Want
clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the
They want the, they want the
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I'm
girls love me like I'm Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami, too
Clubbin' hard, fuckin' women, there ain't much to do
Wrist bling, got a condo up
what she likes
I can make a black women scream like she white
I can make a white women scream like Mike
But before she start singin', she gotta check my
all these
All these (all these)
Spanish and these white bitches
Living they soft life
With they feet kicked up
And they glass in hand
Bills is
the jeans conceal that?
I gotta get a clearer view
She working in the mirror boo
Drop it to the floor
Shake that body like Shakira do
Other women copy
I knew
Headlines when them white boys get to pay a fine
Never rapin' women, keep it on some player time
Facts, hate and pray you catch a heart attack
Headshot,
Ooh-Ooh
Ah, here we go now, oh
Like a great boy, all my other women are insoles
We're thinkin' about the great expedition as popped as we chose
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
me
Hotter than Mississippi, the summer of 1950s
In a van full of some niggas and white bitches
Get pulled over for swervin' like "Hi, officer,"
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/I'd be straight by the summer
Cargo shorts white V-Neck
Big feet on the car like a T-Rex
I got my
y'all bitches I'd be
Straight by the summer
Told y'all bitches right Back 4 Da Summer
I Told y'all bitches right Back 4 Da Summer
I Told y'all bitches
tape decks, my own phone sex
Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons
Corner sittin wine
Ooh-Ooh
Ah, here we go now, oh
Like a great boy, all my other women are insoles
We're thinkin' about the great expedition as popped as we chose
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