Fuck'Em

Artist: Shyne Album: Boys Will Be Boys b/w f**k 'Em 12" Song: f**k 'Em Typed by: BiGPuN Verse 1: Leave n****a layin' stiffer than my d**k when it's up in a tight clit return the Devils hate by f**kin' a white bitch bitches ain't shit but some hips, tits, clits, and some fat lips to wrap around my d**k check it, ghetto girl in designer type she could get it 'long as the vagina tight keep they nose numb, high off of china white kinda like the quartz, I knock 'em down, runnin' through my system, pus*y 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 coke 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 bitch lets bump. Chorus (Shyne and Female) No, (f**k these bitches, f**k these bitches, f**k 'em) I don't love these bitches, f**k these hoes No, (f**k these n****s, f**k these n****s, f**k 'em) I don't love these n****s, f**k these n****s ('till the day that I die never get none of mine) No, (f**k these bitches, f**k these bitches, f**k these bitches, f**k 'em) I don't love these n****s, f**k these scrubs No, f**k 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 bitch wide on the bed tied like "Uh! Uh! Uh!", stop I'm tired besides my Moms a bitch' lips never touch my face, maybe my girl, but I be watchin' her funny like "Who d**k you s*ckin' while I'm on tour gettin' money tryin' to wash this crack money?" I give a bitch nothin' but sperm when you n****s gon' learn? Discern queens from sluts, love from lust The ones who ate pus*y and take it in the butt 20 stacks in my pockets, I'm cheap f**kin' treatin' a freak to eat I got KY Jelly and grease and a stick of bubble gum bitch, you want a piece? C'mon.... Chorus Verse 3: Never met a bitch I liked enough to love and I share with my mothaf**kin' n***a Buzz let the Homies get up on it, treat a bitch like a blunt, hit, hit, pa*s head on my d**k 'till she get whiplash f**k it I'm cold, some bitches is colder runnin' game just to get up in the Rover Platinum R, Platinum Jehovah not here bitch, f**k 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 bitches can say that? you want that? we can do that...yeah right not in your life stay focused, get my money, every penny f**k if your legs broke bitch, crawl on ya' belly Chorus 'till fade...