Tech N9ne - f**'em Girl lyrics
Whoo, all my ladies all around the world Get fresh and new dress To get your man it's the f** 'em girl It's Friday night, just got paid So you go straight to the mall and call your girlfriend up Tell her you bought a f** 'em dress Nothing less-more-than-a thinner-sinner-Chris Dior fitter You gotcha hair did or that there wig Sho a fitter got your own sitter for that there kid She's goin' out to find a thick stout to out her dig That dress' fittin' catcher's mitten is out there big Your manicured and pedicured up and lookin' like you wanna Your man's hittin' your phone up, say f** 'em if you wanna Lip gloss is on her blow that mirror a kiss and if your man Got you stressin' put on your dress and don't listen and sing I can't wait til I get there, step in the club lookin' player player Grab your keys and beat it to the spot where you guess you'll Find you a n***a buyin' a two for one special Exceptional s**ual healin' is what your cravin' You're pagin' you, but f** how he's feelin' f** 'em girl, f** 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em It's your time to get out No time for thinkin' of 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em It's your time to get out No time for thinkin' of 'em Now this is a story, all about how These chicks get tricked and don't know how So I'd like to take a second and explain to them How all this craziness evolves out of relationships, listen He never used to hit you, he always used to treat you With some respect and dignity, and now he wanna beat you Six months done pa**ed and he's changed You never would have thought he'd be crazy and deranged, huh Just the way he approached was so sweet He let you know you was far away from a (Late night creep) Mister telephone man when he what'nt with you Bobby browny and Whitney, you found you a new edition Right in the beginning it was grinings from the sit down 'Til he let you know that it was all on a b**h now When, after you had you a baby, he wanna start Arguing his excuse to start sipping the Remy Mar- -Tin, darkening this relationship Now every lady grab your bics if you relate to this You need to get up out those drawers And put on some lip gloss, throw on a thong Now make your way to the closet and f** 'em girl, f** 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em It's your time to get out No time for thinkin' of 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em It's your time to get out No time for thinkin' of 'em Feel like I was put here for the female species Hella listening watching whispering offerings no feces When the back is obese we double back and go deeply In her life in her mind never hate but'll go extra time if need be Easy for me to connect so peep me In the club I take her some place we can talk discretely You're creep free definitely that heats me Your body's wop bobba lu bop so hot baby teach me How to get up inside it ride it, chakras are now ignited That's a beautiful smile, don't hide it Getting Tech the N9ne excited Stress free I bet she so Nestle Wanna know how wicked the s** be don't test me Drink your drink eat your cherry and tie the stem This is your world mommy ain't said a damn thing about him f** 'em girl, f** 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em It's your time to get out No time for thinkin' of 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em f** 'em girl, f** 'em It's your time to get out No time for thinkin' of 'em