Fake Ass Bitches

Lyrics for Fake Ass Bitches

Tell me about these fake ass bitches Look here little nigga Most of these niggas be bitches too But you'll never hear that side of the story So uh, we finna do this shit like this It's like I tell my niggas, keep your eyes on these bitches They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin' riches What the fuck you think a trick is nigga Nigga done stick and wet his dick And then get tricked out all his riches by a bitch! I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya Think you alla that just 'cause she let a nigga toss her Motherfuckin' privileged So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits When she call ya, ask that tramp what's up And if she hesitate nigga hang up, word up And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on A motherfucking mack tonight Stay that stay strapped 'cause my raps is tight You fuckin' punks, I hate you snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches (God, damn! You can't just hit them niggas with that game And expect them to accept it, girl your heard me it gets skinless But we gonna kick this shit like this here) I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches Time to show these bustas who's boss Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin' jimmy Broke hoes runnin' round yellin "Gimme!" I can't stand it, hoes talkin' bout they got a man Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my dick! So how about hittin' a motherfucker on my pager Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega Fuckin' with the player that done made her, huh And I ain't sleepin' caught you creepin' for my money Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch) So get the bozack, knockin' hoes back, keep my dough stacked So where the motherfuckin' hoes at? Punk niggas can't fade the mack, livin' fat Gettin' paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin' bitches Yeah, yeah that's my motto She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggas So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uh You sleep on that there, it's like I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't talkin' bout your punk ass You old fake ass nigga Standin' there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that You soft as a motherfuckin' grape Ain't this a motherfuckin' bitch I can see right through your flower ass Some of these niggas is bitches too, man I tell ya It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo' But we gonna do this shit Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single Fake ass bitch out there And there's plenty of 'em You probably got one sittin' next to you right now Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin' to Fake ass motherfuckin' bitch, die in ninety-four