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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Vocals
Krizz Kaliko
Krizz Kaliko
Background Vocals
Robert Rebeck
Robert Rebeck
Vocals
Samuel Watson
Samuel Watson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron D. Yates
Aaron D. Yates
Songwriter
Ricardo Thomas
Ricardo Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rock
Rick Rock
Producer
Robert Rebeck
Robert Rebeck
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Real cocky, real sloppy
Drunk at the club, and y'all can't stop me
Superstar style, woop to our pals
Out the roof, I scoop the group
We troop in large crowds
Yes, we are foul, and we rich now
Used to be all on me, but it's all on a bitch now
They wanna get me stuck, they come into my world
It's' too late, I got my wife, my bitch, my girl
I was nineteen, met a nice queen
Car was bright green, naughty as ice cream
But she too jealous Nickolas, sort of ridiculous
With the lip kickin' it, we can never be inconspicuous
My bitch Rolls with me, it's so sickly
In love with me, but she give me fellatio hickeys
Would go get me, in the wee hours to get me slow quickies
So sticky, roll with my homies, she so shifty
My wife married a monster, carried a youngster
Said, if you cheated, would come back to haunt ya
She say my filthy world makes her wanna hurl
And that's my first verse
My wife, my bitch, my girl
[Verse 2]
Daddy told me this, you wanna control the chick
You gotta blow her grip 'cause it's all on a bitch
One is no trip, and two is just more lip
But three, I can cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
[Verse 3]
Daddy told me this, you wanna control the chick
You gotta blow her grip 'cause it's all on a bitch
One is no trip, and two is just more lip
But three, I can cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
[Verse 4]
Got a nice anus, and it's ripe, ain't it
Can't really touch it during the day, but in the night, taint it
Using fight language when she take inches
Great bitches, gettin' busy on the weight benches
My bitch got a big butt, a big slut, who get bucks
You might luck up and get your chick sucked
'Cause she's bi-sex, keep her thighs wet
Spontaneous, I don't know what we gon' try next
My wife got a ghetto booty like Naomi
I'ma tell you like Jayo say
All my bitches havin' fancy dreams
And all my bitches wear Apple Bottom jeans
My wife, my bitch, my girl
[Verse 5]
Daddy told me this, you wanna control the chick
You gotta blow her grip 'cause it's all on a bitch
One is no trip, and two is just more lip
But three, I can cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
[Verse 6]
Daddy told me this, you wanna control the chick
You gotta blow her grip 'cause it's all on a bitch
One is no trip, and two is just more lip
But three, I can cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
[Verse 7]
If one's trippin' the other's for fun, pimpin' you cool
She runs limpin', you end up with funds missin', you fool
Come wicked, your woman becomes vicious and cruel
Dumb trick get you fumblin' some chicks, and you lose
I done balanced the playalistical values in life
I done challenged the way of mystical powers and hype
I can silence an egotistical chick in a fight
I'm a defiant with an evil twist my girl, my bitch, and my wife
Ain't no bitch on this planet that is a match for me
They get sick and they stand it 'cause Nina macks the three
Have to be, crass to see
If not, you'll cause a catastrophe, exactly
My wife don't like me
My bitch gets hyphy
My girl might knife me twice just to spite me
My wife, if I break her heart
My bitch, it'll rip her apart
My girl, but I'm the smarter y'all
My wife, my bitch, my girl
[Verse 8]
Daddy told me this, you wanna control the chick
You gotta blow her grip 'cause it's all on a bitch
One is no trip, and two is just more lip
But three, I can cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
[Verse 9]
Daddy told me this, you wanna control the chick
You gotta blow her grip 'cause it's all on a bitch
One is no trip, and two is just more lip
But three, I can cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
[Verse 10]
Daddy told me this, you wanna control the chick
You gotta blow her grip 'cause it's all on a bitch
One is no trip, and two is just more lip
But three, I can cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
[Verse 11]
Daddy told me this, you wanna control the chick
You gotta blow her grip 'cause it's all on a bitch
One is no trip, and two is just more lip
But three, I can cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Written by: Aaron D. Yates
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