Punk Bitch

Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-a*s hoes... Fake punk-a*s bitches... Do you know what I mean vern? f**kin'em up like this, vern... dog's in the house, bitch! She's a punk-a*s bitch, hoe, tramp and a slut Took her to the hotel just to f**k Last night she licked all on my balls pus*y got wet like niagara-falls Dropped my drawls and bitch said: "shit!" Skinny mothaf**ka with a fat-a*s d**k It's like a t-p-treatment, tongue so fast From the tip of my head to the crack of my a*s She got busy so I called to the crew You bitches know what to do Hoes try to front like they ain't no tramps Try to get that pus*y and she say you can't Me and my partners we got that game Check a square-a*s bitch and make her throw that thang You wine and dine that nasty freak Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek You never even know how she ran in the home Jumped on the phone and started to burnin' me out She kept beepin' so I made the call Bitch on the phone jackin' off Sounded like she was havin' fun Playin' with her pearl tongue I said: "bitch, I'm on my way!" I givit to you, homeboy, play by play She had on polkadots with miniskirt Jumped in the car straight went to work I must to bust two nuts back to back Never seen a bitch work head like that She had me jumpin' out of my seat Workin' her jaws to the beat She was a good d**ks*cker, I can't lie s*cked so good I thought I'd die Bitch blew me up and blew me down All the way back to the oakland-town Baby started to singin': "i love you!" Tellin' me things she wanted to do If I needed some money come to her Everythin' I want is everythin' I'm worth And you know what I said? I told the bitch I said: "bitch, I'm rich!" f**k these hoes, man... I ain't trippin'...i'm like al... Long-hair s*ckers... I know you're fine, bitch But you got no cash you need to get a job But your lazy-a*s try to juice me up I ain't no punk I put you in the rap with some serious funk I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and shit All the time talkin' about your fake-a*s gifts George bought you a ring, john bought you a chain Bitch, I'm buyin' you an ounce of this game You better take it and shut the f**k up Stop runnin' your mouth like a s*cka Cause you's a punk bitch it shows a mile away Everythin' you do and everythin' you say Makes you a punk bitch, no good, no doubt All I gotta do is stick a d**k in your mouth Wanna give up the pus*y, bitch, I'll pa*s You're too slim, I like your mama's a*s Pops came home, came up short Found me in the backroom, f**kin'em both Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law You call me too they call me too raw I creep out one room into the next Nothin' goin' on but some serious s*x Some of these hoes might think I'm played Bald-head bitch need some dookie braids Cause that nappy-hair don't even hit What's cookin' in the kitchen on the back of your neck Like you burned the rise and wanna front on me You could never f**k with , baby I'm from the o-a-k-l-a-n-d I slap you in the face with reality These punk-a*s hoes out here is sick Have ya walkin round with a drippy d**k So beautiful fine young thang To get that cock was just like a dream But now three days later ask kool moe You feel the burnin' sensation down below You're a true blue victim of a punk-a*s bitch Thought she was a square and she gave you the shit So for all you hoes that live like this All the homies in the house say: "punk-a*s bitch!"