Punk Bitch

Punk *** - Too $hort

Fake punk-a** b**ches

Do you know what I mean vern

F**kin'em up like this vern

$hort dog's in the house b**ch

She's a punk-a** b**ch hoe tramp and a slut

Took her to the hotel just to f**k

Last night she licked all on my balls

P**sy got wet like niagara-falls

Dropped my drawls and b**ch said: sh*t

Skinny mothaf**ka with a fat-a** dick

It's like a t-p-treatment tongue so fast

From the tip of my head to the crack of my a**

She got busy so I called to the crew

You b**ches know what to do

Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps

Try to get that p**sy and she say you can't

Me and my partners we got that game

Check a square-a** b**ch and make her throw that thang

You wine and dine that nasty freak

Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek

You never even know how she ran in the home

Jumped on the phone and started to burnin' me out

She kept beepin' so I made the call

B**ch on the phone jackin' off

Sounded like she was havin' fun

Playin' with her pearl tongue

I said: b**ch I'm on my way

I givit to you homeboy play by play

She had on polkadots with miniskirt

Jumped in the car straight went to work

I must to bust two nuts back to back

Never seen a b**ch work head like that

She had me jumpin' out of my seat

Workin' her jaws to the beat

She was a good dicksucker I can't lie

Sucked so good I thought I'd die

B**ch blew me up and blew me down

All the way back to the oakland-town

Baby started to singin': I love you

Tellin' me things she wanted to do

If I needed some money come to her

Everythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth

And you know what I said I told the b**ch

I said: b**ch I'm rich

F**k these hoes man

I ain't trippin' I'm like al

Long-hair suckers

I know you're fine b**ch

But you got no cash you need to get a job

But your lazy-a** try to juice me up

I ain't no punk

I put you in the rap with some serious funk

I wouldn't buy you a car no diamonds and sh*t

All the time talkin' about your fake-a** gifts

George bought you a ring john bought you a chain

B**ch I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game

You better take it and shut the f**k up

Stop runnin' your mouth like a sucka

Cause you's a punk b**ch it shows a mile away

Everythin' you do and everythin' you say

Makes you a punk b**ch no good no doubt

All I gotta do is stick a dick in your mouth

Wanna give up the p**sy b**ch I'll pass

You're too slim I like your mama's a**

Pops came home came up short

Found me in the backroom f**kin'em both

Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law

You call me too $hort they call me too raw

I creep out one room into the next

Nothin' goin' on but some serious sex

Some of these hoes might think I'm played

Bald-head b**ch need some dookie braids

Cause that nappy-hair don't even hit

What's cookin' in the kitchen on the back of your neck

Like you burned the rise and wanna front on me

You could never f**k with $hort baby

I'm from the o-a-k-l-a-n-d

I slap you in the face with reality

These punk-a** hoes out here is sick

Have ya walkin round with a drippy dick

So beautiful fine young thang

To get that cock was just like a dream

But now three days later ask kool moe

You feel the burnin' sensation down below

You're a true blue victim of a punk-a** b**ch

Thought she was a square and she gave you the sh*t

So for all you hoes that live like this

All the homies in the house say: punk-a** b**ch