Shyne Fuck These Bitches Lyrics

Verse 1:
Leave n****a layin' stiffer than my d___ when it's up in a tight c___
return the Devils hate by f___in' a white b____
b____es ain't s___ but some hips,
t__s, c___s, and some fat lips to wrap around my d___
check it, ghetto girl in designer type
she could get it 'long as the v_____ tight
keep they nose numb, high off of china white
kinda like the quartz, I knock 'em down, runnin' through my system,
p____ ain't right hit 'em with a aww naaaw
if the head right get remanded behind bars bizarre
grand jury endightment, lifetime sentence, stash my c__e in they bra
the hustl-ar, ya'll custom-ar's
posted up on Broadway in a custom R
25 Mil' in the trunk
Nicky Barnes style on my way to the trunk
b____ lets b__p.

Chorus (Shyne and Female)
No, (f___ these b____es, f___ these b____es, f___ 'em)
I don't love these b____es, f___ these hoes
No, (f___ these n****s, f___ these n****s, f___ 'em)
I don't love these n****s, f___ these n****s
('till the day that I die never get none of mine)
No, (f___ these b____es, f___ these b____es,
f___ these b____es, f___ 'em)
I don't love these n****s, f___ these scrubs
No, f___ these n****s (Four Karat thug n****s want some love)

Verse 2:
I'm that n****a Priest from Supafly after he died
reincarnated, keep a b____ wide
on the bed tied
like "Uh! Uh! Uh!", stop I'm tired
besides my Moms a b____' lips never touch my face,
maybe my girl, but I be watchin' her funny
like "Who d___ you suckin' while I'm on tour gettin' money
tryin' to wash this crack money?"
I give a b____ nothin' but sperm
when you n****s gon' learn?
Discern queens from s___s, love from l___
The ones who ate p____ and take it in the b___
20 stacks in my pockets, I'm cheap
f___in' treatin' a freak to eat
I got KY Jelly and grease
and a stick of bubble gum b____, you want a piece?
C'mon....

Chorus

Verse 3:
Never met a b____ I liked enough to love
and I share with my m________in' n***a Buzz
let the Homies get up on it,
treat a b____ like a blunt, hit, hit, pass
head on my d___ 'till she get whiplash
f___ it I'm cold, some b____es is colder
runnin' game just to get up in the Rover
Platinum R, Platinum Jehovah
not here b____, f___ what they told ya'
Keys to the condo, Gucci ensamble
gaul streams in Santa Fe' doin' the Mambo
laid back where the shade's at
white sand, tan, how many b____es can say that?
you want that? we can do that...yeah right
not in your life
stay focused, get my money, every penny
f___ if your legs broke b____, crawl on ya' belly

Chorus 'till fade...