I'm high profile, but you can't see me ho Got limosine tint like a real CEO Hands free, talkin on the speaker phone Handlin my business, just tryin to get my freak on You know, bitches always beepin me with code 69 I'm real with mine, I make hoes wait in line Can't fuck em all, and don't want to Cause some of these tramps might front you (watch out) You waited six months, I fucked her on the first date And so I smoke the green weed to keep my mind straight It's Friday, doin shit my way Me and yo' bitch, rollin down the highway (right) While you shootin that.. she gave it up easy Fore-a-play and all that, wasn't tryin to tease me Now you wanna feud, fuck that shit (slut) Let's fight behind a lady, not that punk ass bitch
(singer croons "be my.. dirty love" 2X while Short spits)
Watch em.. keep your eyes open Doesn't make sense
Verse Two: Too $hort
Now here I go, spittin another verse Let the pen read my mind cause the shit ain't rehearsed I'm so curious, about what this fat bitch have A big bag of weed and a pack of zig-zags (smokin) So I kicked it with her, with no intentions to fuck Smoked up her weed and got my dick sucked (yeah right) I said I got a lot of money but I'm short on cash Could you give a nigga some so I can get some gas? (stupid shit) She gave me twenty dollars, I know it's small pimpin But it's mandatory, when I deal with all women (all these hoes) It ain't gon' be no one-sided, I support her shit Just because she hurt, Too $hort got a grip, beyitch! I break it down, like the beat Ride you like a motherfuckin seventy-three Old school, everytime I roll through All you suckers know who all the bitches go to, Short Dawg
(singer croons "be my.. dirty love" 2X while Short spits)
Fuck a bitch.. they 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 get seven mo' (and that's real) I hope you never ask me, how much it costs If you can't figure out how the fuck I floss (big ballin) You better get in where you fit in Cause a nigga like me ain't kiddin (no jokes) Here come her boyfriend, with that narrow minded shit Kissin on the bitch, she sucked e'rybody dick (slut) Don't get mad, you knew the bitch had flaws Ridin in the Benz (bitch) dick hangin out my drawers.. .. now why she give me head? (why?) All she ever wanted was to get in my bed I ain't gotta be a trick to tramp your ho (nope) I spit the game like a pimp while I'm ridin chrome I had a dream I was through, can't sell records Can't catch hoes, bring em home and get naked (what?) It's not the first time, I had this dream But music is my drug and I'm a dopefiend (straight) The way I put it down, it don't seem too hard Scorin points like Kareem-Abdul Jabbar (swish) And if you tryin to catch me, you'll find out fast What you tryin to do is an impossible task (can't do it) Cause what I'm doin (can't do that) no rapper ever did it (can't do that) Eleven albums and I'm still the shit, bitch!
(singer croons "be my.. dirty love" 2X while Short spits)
Can't do that.. nah nah.. ain't gon' happen Old school Too $hort, that's right I said Too $hort
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