What The Fuck (Explicit) 歌詞
What The *** (Explicit) - Too Short
What the f**k is wrong with too short
What the f**k he tryina make some new for
Why that n***a keep spittin' all that game
Why he still gettin b***hes this s**t is insane
All my life I been writin' these verses
Learned the game 'cause I like to go in p***y and purses
It feels good to be a motherf**kin' pimp
Sometimes I knock a b***h just to do it on the strength
Every time you see me-I'm on 'em
That's how we was raised up in northern California
She bought it all and if you gotta ask why
You ain't on the case man you not a PI
Don't trip I know what's up with you
You take her shoppin' and the
B***h ain't even f**kin' you
N***a you 'bout as sorry as they come
They took you to a strip
Club and you bought up all the ones
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B***h
What the f**k is wrong with some of you b***hes
Waitin on a wealthy man to come through with riches
And shower you with presents what's the mission
You shoulda been a h*e 'cause there's really no difference
What you want a marriage and have babies with a millionaire
But not too many ladies get to live in here
You better stay in school
'Cause old sluts with ball players just ain't too cool
Spent all them years on your back
Hella n***as with contracts they f**ked that
B***h you got some thangs on your mind
Used to be dime but now you ain't so fine
And all the little girls wanna be just like you
They wanna f**k a rich n***a too
Worse than me you're not a good role model
Offered her a shot the b***h drank the whole bottle
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B***h
So I had to do it all again
What happened to the game I can't call it pimp
You tell me we let the squares change the rules
Snitchin is cool and y'all trickin like some fools
What the f**k you n***as thinkin
And where the f**k is all the motherf**kin'' kingpins
What would life be without the snitches and the feds
A mattress full of money two b***hes in the bed
It's hard to get around them federal guidelines
Too many real n***as sittin on the sidelines
While b***h n***as keep playin the role
You know you not a gangsta what you sayin it fo'
I picked up the phone and said
Who is this
You got your own label and you in the music biz
But you never put out s**t you never had a hit
And never went to the bank to deposit one check
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N***a f**k n***a
B***h
B***h