Author Topic: bitches (Read 356 times)

soul_assassin · « **on:** November 27, 2002, 07:50:16 PM »

Yo well it lyrical verse
Of the young black curse
Scarin you into a pair of suspenders to play nurse
I know we had to rehearse but your timing was worse
If you keep blowing me into a bubble I will burst
But its change of line with no state of mind
Getting these words outta nowhere and what to find?
A bitch who’s two timin on me with a blind…
Man, pimp slap her with the back of my hand
And teach her a lesson, yo I know it wasn’t planned
Next time I’m here bitch you better beware
Consequences will come straight to you ass like a fucking nightmare
Which a time must be chosen when your panties must be frozen
Because I’m chillin down there before I bust it open
And the pussy will be bare with your fancy underwear
So please wont you just pull them down while I stare
At some ass
Let’s take it like a blast from the past
While I pour this cheap liquor into a dirty glass
I paid a pretty penny
Slow down bitch, you’ve had too many
Glasses, bend over while I tap some asses
And make sure I bust a nut
Before the Sunday masses

(fear-o)(Katon)
When we talk, you’re like a disease
I find it hard to breathe, and stutter with ease
I thought we could be more then just friends
But now I think again, and our relationship must end
Your not the type of woman I need
When I go home and think about you I bleed
Your just a posh little bitch
Always with your rich mumma while I’m living in a ditch
One day I’m gonna be a fucking millionaire
Ringing up the show and answering the questionare
I mean things in life will be fine I hope
When I’m heading for the border I just pick up the pipe and smoke
Ruining my life with drugs and alcohol
Spending so much money even though im on the dole
If you never heard my rhymes yet youll never know
How I can think up this trash for the cash and let it flow
Just like Biggie I need another bitch real quick
A girl who plays it cool and slick
Both treated with a little respect
Put her personality to the test
A girl with a well payed job
Working her ass when she is up at the players club
I’m not the jealous type of person
Coz when she get home ill be jerkin that skirtin

V Ridah
Bitches – the ones I’d like to fuuuck
Bitches – the ones I’d like to suuuck

V Ridah

What up loc, this the nigga V ridah and I came to say some lyrics
And when I get up on the mic, you niggas better hear it
Coz uh, I’m too gangsta for this freestyle, gonna get buckwild and jackit
And crackit till the morning break
Got a holden commodore so I ain’t no muthafucking fake
I’m on this muthafucking album so I can make some doe
I got a big bill at Sinsations because I just fucked 1 hoe
I put it on credit coz I ain’t got no money
And my smell is like diarrhea when its all runny.