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Where My B At Lyrics

Where my b**** at, the one who sucks d***,
The one who makes that money cuz she turnin' all them tricks.
Where my b**** at, she owe me a b*******,
She can't do nuttin' for me cuz she runnin' wit the mob,
Where my b**** at, the one with the fake hair,
The one who t***y dances and don't wear no underwear.
Where my b**** at, the one who ain't s***,
The one that would eat a hoe p**** and suck a n**** d***.
I can see it in yo' eyes, you scandalous hoe,
Baby, shake yo' money maker, and make ya dough.
When you in the Brass Key, you doin' it good,
When you in the Black Orchid shake it like you should.
When you in Tiger's Lounge I know you could,
Suck a n**** d*** in the corner, girl you would.
I be lookin' for them hoes sellin' p**** in clubs,
All this time you thought that n**** was really a scrub.
When you in the grind, baby, I serves them well,
If yo' p**** stank hoe, use some Massengel.
I'm the millionaire Bruce Wayne, cash for sho',
And I'm lookin' for all the hoes clockin' all the dough.
So where my b**** at?

Where my b**** at, gril?
Where my b**** at?
Where my b**** at, baby?
Where my b**** at?
Where my b**** at, n****?
Where my b**** at?
Where my b**** at?
Where my b**** at, I heard she kinda nervous,
She said she need some d***, her vibrator is out of service.
She like to rub her p**** and m*********,
Doin' 100 on the free way as I ice skate.
Me and my b****, me and my b****, me and my b**** we's a team,
For cookin' up chickens to f*****' on triple beams.
I never really thought that the hoe was scheme,
Till I caught her in the club poppin' masculines.
My b**** is just a freak, she gives me no respect,
The hoe ain't worse, her welfare check.
If you ever saw my b****, she wear her panties too tight,
She sucks a n**** d*** befo' we go to sleep at night.
And I ain't here to tell you what's wrong and right,
Cuz I could give a f*** less, let them hoes fight, n****.
Where my b**** at?

Where my b**** at, baby?
Where my b**** at?
Where my b**** at, girl?
Where my b**** at?
Where my b**** at, baby?
Where my b**** at?
Where my b**** at, n****?
Where my b**** at?
Is my b**** in Tigers?
No, I think my b**** in the Black Orchid.
Or is my b**** at the Brass Key?
I think my b**** might be down at the Grind.
My b**** might be over at Dere Thatch.
Loose Bin
My b**** might even be in Tycoon's and Player's
Body Rock, Hot Tamally's, n****.
Where my b**** at, I'm ridin' down 7 Mile lookin' for my b****.
See my b**** like to suck d***.
My b**** likes to take that d*** in the p****.
And every hole in her body baby, cuz she ain't holdin' 'em up.
Ugh, where my b**** at?
Where my b**** at?
Where my b**** at?
Not your b**** a** n****
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