Punk Bitch Lyrics

Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes...
Fake punk-ass bitches...
Do you know what i mean Vern?
f*ckin'em up like this, Vern...
$hort Dog's in the house, bitch!

She's a punk-ass bitch, hoe, tramp and a slut
Took her to the hotel just to f*ck
Last night she licked all on my balls
p*ssy got wet like Niagara-falls
Dropped my drawls and bitch said: "Shit!"
Skinny mothaf*cka with a fat-ass dick
It's like a T-P-treatment, tongue so fast
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps
Try to get that p*ssy and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-ass bitch 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
Bitch on the phone jackin' off
Sounded like she was havin' fun
Playin' with her pearl tongue
I said: "Bitch, 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 bitch 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
Bitch 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 bitch
I said: "Bitch, I'm rich!"

f*ck these hoes, man... I ain't trippin'...I'm like Al...
Long-hair suckers...

I know you're fine, bitch
But you got no cash you need to get a job
But your lazy-ass 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 shit
All the time talkin' about your fake-ass gifts
George bought you a ring, John bought you a chain
Bitch, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game
You better take it and shut the f*ck up
Stop runnin' your mouth like a sucka
Cause you's a punk bitch It shows a mile away
Everythin' you do and everythin' you say
Makes you a punk bitch, no good, no doubt
All I gotta do is stick a dick in your mouth
Wanna give up the p*ssy, bitch, I'll pass
You're too slim, I like your mama's ass
Pops came home, came up short
found me in the backroom, f*ckin'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 bitch 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*ck with $hort, baby
I'm from the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
I slap you in the face with reality
These punk-ass 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-ass bitch
Thought she was a square and she gave you the shit
So for all you hoes that live like this
All the homies in the house say: "punk-ass bitch!"

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