my bitches go We'll dance like we're getting old Gonna e-e-explode All you boys and girls should know To watch my bitches go And it feels so good Just watch my bitches
the fight, the real from the fake. Sound good hes alive. [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] As I wake up early in the morning. Light my cigarette and wake up all my bitches
dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty I'ma let my pump go early, from Thursday to Thursday Eight o'clock in the morning That's why we go out on a cop on my corner
's okay if she's got cash Bitches, bitches, bitches Invasion of the flat booty bitches I'll tell you 'bout a day that I had Seen nothin' but bitches
was Kim half black and Puerto Rican You talking 'bout the Kim that graduated in '03 man? That bitch was easy Your bitch is easy like Sunday morning your bitch
ll Get You In The Ring I'm As Shitty As Don King And Taking All The Money Before The Bell Ring Before I Grab The Mic The Fat Bitch Sing It's Already Over
'm freak like a Scorpio Custom hood scoops make the coupe look like Pinocchio I'm rich bitch, I should drop cash The inside of the ?lac look like a wood
with some cooler niggas I can fuck with You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick Bitch I think I'm Jean Wolf A dog nigga, ballin' bitch Fly
bitch dead (On my bathroom floor) Another bitch dead (on my bathroom floor) Another bitch dead (In my bathroom) Find me, deep in the night I be thugging Another bitch dead (On my bathroom floor) Another bitch
ever loved me and they never will Bitch, I take you out on a blind date But then they find you dead under a wooden crate Rapped in a bag deep in the
notices I'm here 'cause I ain't shit I hear voices but I don't know what they saying Sweat is on my forehead 'cause my brain's inside decaying And this bitch
chasin Gonna run up with these glocks and rob the basement Two niggaz with glocks, cock, pop, drop, quit hastin I's put two in your bitch ass gettin
morag's flat I couldn't sleep so I sat about drinking someone else's strawberry tonic wine and tried to keep ever Then at ten o'clock in the morning
Bitches runnin' round town sayin' how they love Willis" Have hoes to suck toes and wash clothes Niggas tryin' to fit ya like a pair of Girbauds Bitches in the morn
ultra and buck in this hoe Bitches get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass south Crank up this bitch
that night Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and
it, go yell at a priest and shout it out loud is here new laws, in stoen, windblown you saw the infection with bad knees and an ingrown duel claw bitch
I should of been dead a long time ago Should of been me and not Wero Foot on the pedal while I race to the hood Go to revillations in your little black wood
