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This b**** Lyrics

[Mr. Man
b***onic]
"Ayyo, I seen the b**** car over there, man."
"Who?"
"Let's shoot over there. Ya b****! She over there with that n****, man.
Let's get in the squad and shoot over there real fast."
"Yo, man, don't s*** surprise me at this point, dog.
These b****** ain't s***, 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**** that hiiit! That s*** be..."
"The only... be crazy, man. d***!"
"I know, that s*** crazy as a m*********"
"Yo, I can't even explain that b****, man."

[b***onic]
This b**** 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 w****
I know it and she don't say she one. The b**** show it
how she give me head and how that s*** 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***** up
thinkin' like this hood-rat b**** gets lucked up
'cause I'm trickin' her, hittin' her, watch how the d*** gettin' her
Do alot a s*** 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**** want galaxies,
insurance policies so she can get apologies
when I'm outta here. b****, get outta here
Not a fear, remember the name and I'm sincere, b****

[b***onic (Mr. Man)]
"Hey, look. There go that bicth s*** right there. Park right there."
("I told ya, man. I seen that s*** when I ride. I rode up and backed up.")
"That b**** 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****, man.")
"I'ma f*** that b**** 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 s***.")

[Mr. Man]
All I hear is 'Mister, I'm sorry. C'mon, let's work it out!'
Nope, you know too many n*****, 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****, your p**** 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****. It's cool, I laugh now
While your girlfriends shop, you sit that a** down
Broke, ain't ya, and n***** just wanna f***?
Yeah, I heard you givin' up head for less than a buck, what?
s****
[b***onic ("This b****")]
"Yo! [Door knocks] Yo, open the f*****' door, man."
("Yo, I'm comin'!")
"Stop playin' wit', open the f***... b****!"
("Baby, what's wrong? Don't... [Glass breaking]")
"Oh, you wanna be a f*****' w****? Huh? You wanna be a w****, you dumb-a**
b****? Huh?"
("Why you cryin' by me like that? What are you talkin' about w****?
Baby, what's wrong wit' you?")
"Get the f*** out. Man, get the f*** out, man! Get the f*** out now, b****!"
("Yo, I can't take this s***! I f*****' hate you!")
"Man, get my s***, man. Oh, you wanna get; b****, get the f*** off the phone,
b****!"
("Nah, I f*****' hate you! [Phone dialing]")

[b***onic]
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 s*** and take trips
while you pose a**-naked for n***** and takin' flicks ("What?")
And I ain't hate you, just tell me what it is
'cause I never had a problem wit' f*****' your relatives
I f***** up happy homes but I don't need that
I can't f*** wit' you no more, b****, I leave that

[Mr. Man]
Look, b****, 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 s*** 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****

[Billy Bathgate]
"Yo, 'Bonic. Yo, Mister. Listen to this crazy s*** that happened to me with
this b****. Remember that b**** I was tellin' you about? Yeah, I'm chillin'
at the label with another n**** that rap and he braggin' about how many
b****** he got and bring up this b**** name. I'm like, 'Hold up, I know that
same b****.' I'm like, 'Nah, no, I don't.' But we got the same last PIN
number. Ain't that a b****?!"
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 s***, straight doin' nerd s***;
Charles Jordan, Lois Faton, those type of fur s***
Playas we splurge wit', my chain wit' ya gang
of s**** hoes, no bank hoes
It's all the same
I brag about you, told n***** I'm mad about you
Now I feel like straight whoopin' that cash up out you
What you doin' in his contact? b****, 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***** do the pimpin' but shorty pimpin' me
Well, s***, I ain't let her go
I guess 'Gate dumb or 'Gate sprung but I guess what's done is done
Huh

[b***onic (Mr. Man) {"This b****"}]
"I can't even f*****' take you nowhere, man, you run around f*****'
everybody, man. 'f*** is wrong wit' you, man?"
{"I know, why you doin' this to me?"}
"You gotta stop that s***, man. Straight up, man."
{"I'm so sorry! You know I love you, fool, please!"}
"You f*****' can't do that, man. Straigt up, man. You f*****' 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 s***, man. Ain't no rehabilitation for w****s, 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***** it up, man."
{"It just happened!"}
"Why?"
("Yo, c'mon, dog.")
{"Please, give me another chance!"}
"Aiiight, just hit me later on, man. Aiiight?"
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