Fake Ass Bitches

Tell me about these fake ass bitches

Look here little ****

Most of these **** be bitches too

But you don't never hear that side of the story

So, uh, we finna do this shit like this

It's like I tell my ****

Keep your eyes on these bitches

They love to G a ****, young dumb and gettin' riches

What the fuck you think a trick is, ****?

**** done stick and wet his dick

And then get tricked out all his riches by a bitch

I'm here to school you to the rules of the game

It'll cost ya

Think you all those, just because she let a **** toss her

It's like I'm motherfuckin' privileged

So don't give up free conversation

Get that bitch your seven digits

When she call ya, ask that little tramp, what's up

And if she hesitate, **** hang up, word up

And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone

And call me when you're ready to bone

And it's on

A motherfuckin' mack tonight

Stay back, stay strapped, 'cause my raps is tight

Fuckin' punks, I hate you snitches

Went against the grain, and the game to be fake ass bitches

God damn

You can't just hit them **** with that game

And expect them to accept it

Girl you heard me, it gets scandalous

But we gonna kick this shit like this here

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lyin' ass **** and you punk ass snitches

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lyin' ass **** and you punk ass snitches

Time to show these busters who's boss

Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed

The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin' jimmy

Broke hoes runnin' 'round yellin' gimme

I can't stand it, hoes talkin' 'bout they got a man

Shit, all I wanted her to do is suck my dick

So how about hittin' a motherfucker on my pager

Busy now bitch, but you can give me the pussy later

Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega

Fuckin' with the player that made her, huh

And I ain't sleepin', caught you creepin' for my money

Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)

So get the bozack, knockin' hoes back

Keep my dough stacked

So where the motherfuckin' hoes at?

Punk **** can't fade the mack, livin' fat

Getting' paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfucking bitches

Yeah, yeah that's my motto

She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy ass ****

So y'all that that shit back to your camp and uhh

You sleep on that there

It's like

She can't stand fake ass bitches

Lying ass ****, and you punk ass snitches

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lying ass ****, and you punk ass snitches

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lying ass ****, and you punk ass snitches

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lying ass ****, and you punk ass snitches

Oh you too ****

Don't think we ain't talking 'bout your punk ass

You old fake ass ****

Standing there wearing all them Pendletons and khakis and all that

You soft as a motherfucking grape

Ain't this a motherfucking bitch

I can see right through your flower ass

Some of these **** is bitches too, man I tell ya

It's gonna be harder and harder to be a thug in '94

(I can't stand fake ass bitches)

But we gonna do this shit

Y'all take this shit and play this shit

For every single fake ass bitch out there (I can't stand fake ass bitches)

And there's plenty of 'em

You probably got one sitting next to you right now

(I can't stand fake ass bitches)

Bobbing his fake ass head to this

To this dope ass shit that he listening to

Fake ass motherfucking bitch (I can't stand fake ass bitches)

Die in '94

I think this in the nicest way possible man, you know, I mean eh