Main Money Publishing - This b**h lyrics

[Mr. Man b**bonic] "Ayyo, I seen the b**h car over there, man." "Who?" "Let's shoot over there. Ya b**h! She over there with that n***a, man Let's get in the squad and shoot over there real fast." "Yo, man, don't sh** surprise me at this point, dog These b**hes ain't sh**, man." "I know that's right." "It always be those freaks though you fall in love with, man." "Aw, they be havin' good-a** p**y that hiiit! That sh** be..." "The only... be crazy, man. Damn!" "I know, that sh** crazy as a mothaf**a" "Yo, I can't even explain that b**h, man." [b**bonic] This b**h feel like wind from an angel, spreadin' his wings I'm gettin' her things in Jacob's, gettin' her rings She got me, y'all. False playa fell for a who*e I know it and she don't say she one. The b**h show it How she give me head and how that s*ut throw it Lick me wit' Halls in her mouth and then she blow it I know I shouldn't like her, I know it's f**ed up Thinkin' like this hood-rat b**h gets lucked up 'cause I'm trickin' her, hittin' her, watch how the dick gettin' her Do alot a sh** wit' her, never wanna split from her I'm paranoid 'cause she had the nerve to ask that If I die, could she get half of my ASCAP Different girl of the world, that b**h want galaxies Insurance policies so she can get apologies When I'm outta here. b**h, get outta here Not a fear, remember the name and I'm sincere, b**h [b**bonic Mr. Man] "Hey, look. There go that bicth sh** right there. Park right there." "I told ya, man. I seen that sh** when I ride. I rode up and backed up." "That b**h think she the f**, see, I know what I'ma do to her. I don't Don't even let her see us. Keep movin', keep movin'." "No, we got the ten. Plus the squad, she don't know the squad anyway Ya-knaw-I'm-sayin'? f** that b**h, man." "I'ma f** that b**h UP." "She a FREAK, man!" "I'm tellin', I'ma gon' f** her up. Yo, watch how I do this." "You got a nice freak with you, man." "I'm a, nah, I'm a playa. Watch how I get her." "See, I ain't in to screamin' and sh**." [Mr. Man] All I hear is 'Mister, I'm sorry. C'mon, let's work it out!' Nope, you know too many n***as, we could never share a house f**, you tryin' to get me robbed? Stash cleaned out? Three O' clock in the morning with a gun in my mouth? b**h, your p**y ain't worth it, head ain't either Toss me like a salad and charge up my Visa? Don't think so From me, you see no nail, hair, clothes, minks nor dough ("That's right.") 7-4-O and drunk off Ma-mo And I'm goin' to Cancun and f** no, you can't go And you wanna catch a tan and f** my man too Sayin', 'I ain't no, Boo, is that cool wit' you?' I'm hip to this b**h. It's cool, I laugh now While your girlfriends shop, you sit that a** down Broke, ain't ya, and n***as just wanna f**? Yeah, I heard you givin' up head for less than a buck, what? Skank [b**bonic "This b**h"] "Yo! (Door knocks) Yo, open the f**in' door, man." "Yo, I'm comin'!" "Stop playin' wit', open the f**... b**h!" "Baby, what's wrong? Don't... (Gla** breaking)" "Oh, you wanna be a f**in' who*e? Huh? You wanna be a who*e, you dumb-a** b**h? Huh?" "Why you cryin' by me like that? What are you talkin' about who*e? Baby, what's wrong wit' you?" "Get the f** out. Man, get the f** out, man! Get the f** out now, b**h!" "Yo, I can't take this sh**! I f**in' hate you!" "Man, get my sh**, man. Oh, you wanna get; b**h, get the f** off the phone b**h!" "Nah, I f**in' hate you! (Phone dialing)" [b**bonic] Oh, now you wanna call the cops? You scared? Well, you should Say your name and I gotta hit high and hit good Hustle just to buy you sh** and take trips While you pose a**-naked for n***as and takin' flicks ("What?") And I ain't hate you, just tell me what it is 'cause I never had a problem wit' f**in' your relatives I f**ed up happy homes but I don't need that I can't f** wit' you no more, b**h, I leave that [Mr. Man] Look, b**h, pack your clothes and forget the couch Leave the keys, call your mom 'cause I'm kickin' you out This summer, no C-L-K and halter tops Skirt, knee boots, hair blowin' in the drop Uh-uh, you not See, this sh** gon' stop Shoulda known the first night when I was hittin' the cop' Week later, you dropped right back to Dime Rose and I never been indeed out Cancun for posin', b**h [Billy Bathgate] "Yo, 'Bonic. Yo, Mister. Listen to this crazy sh** that happened to me with This b**h. Remember that b**h I was tellin' you about? Yeah, I'm chillin' At the label with another n***a that rap and he braggin' about how many b**hes he got and bring up this b**h name. I'm like, 'Hold up, I know that Same b**h.' I'm like, 'Nah, no, I don't.' But we got the same last PIN Number. Ain't that a b**h?!" Yo, yo, look Our love is like Mary B. and K-Ci And I don't wanna do anything else but make moms proud Throw karats at your finger, trip down the isle Forget playin' house, ma, let's make a child Now she got me doin' herb sh**, straight doin' nerd sh**; Charles Jordan, Lois Faton, those type of fur sh** Playas we splurge wit', my chain wit' ya gang Of skank hoes, no bank hoes It's all the same I brag about you, told n***as I'm mad about you Now I feel like straight whoopin' that cash up out you What you doin' in his contact? b**h, you can't see? What, if it don't work wit' us, quit? Is he plan B? It's a small-a** world but smaller industry I thought n***as do the pimpin' but shorty pimpin' me Well, sh**, I ain't let her go I guess 'Gate dumb or 'Gate sprung but I guess what's done is done Huh [b**bonic Mr. Man "This b**h"] "I can't even f**in' take you nowhere, man, you run around f**in' Everybody, man. 'f** is wrong wit' you, man?" "I know, why you doin' this to me?" "You gotta stop that sh**, man. Straight up, man." "I'm so sorry! You know I love you, fool, please!" "You f**in' can't do that, man. Straigt up, man. You f**in' it up, man. I'm Tryin', I'm tryin' to get this money and make it aiiight for me and you Man, you runnin' around makin' me look the f** stupid, man." "Straight up, dunn." "I'll do anything for you! Oh! I want do it again, I promise!" "You can't do that sh**, man. Ain't no rehabilitation for who*es, man." "f** nah." "You gone, man. I can't f** wit' you, man." "I swear to heaven, my life, please?!!" "No, I can't, man!" "You changed the game, B." "I won't do it again!" "I can't f** wit' you, man. You f**ed it up, man." "It just happened!" "Why?" "Yo, c'mon, dog." "Please, give me another chance!" "Aiiight, just hit me later on, man. Aiiight?"