Young Buck
Young Buck - Fuck Bitches Pt.2 lyrics
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Yeah, Get Money! You Niggas Know What It Is Ah Man You Know I Don't Give A Fuck About A Bitch I'm Gettin' Money I Got No Time To Chase That Bitch I'm On My Grind I Flip Them Bricks Pimp That Ho 'till She Get Me Rich Hustlin' It Now Didn't Give Me Shit I Took That Work And Cooked That Coke Rolled That Blunt And Inhaled That Smoke We Waited Outside 'till They All Came Out Ran Up On 'em With Them Big Thangs Out Takin' Niggas' Chains In The Middle Of The Street Bust A Couple Of Shots Get Away On Feet Back To The Hood Make The Hos Put In Work Walk That Block With A Byrd In Your Purse Ho Turn That Trick Bitch Break That Nigga You Know Daddy Don't Like His Bank Roll Little Buy That Car Homie Bust Your Guns Fuck Them Boys Nigga Where You From? Put Ice On Your Clique Not Ice On A Bitch Real Niggas Take My Advice In This Shit Get That Bread Nigga Watch Them Feds First Nigga Snitch Better Bust His Head I Got No Time To Chase That Bitch I'm On My Grind I Flip Them Bricks Pimp That Ho 'till She Get Me Rich Hustlin' It Now Didn't Give Me Shit For Real Nigga Some Of You Niggas Out Here Hustlin' For These Hos Your Bitch Rims Bigger Than Yours Man What Kind Of Shit Is That? Yous A Sucker For Love Nigga Get The Fuck Out The Club Ho Yeah, Niggas Know What It Is G Unit Young Buck Pimpin', Ca$hville Ten-A-Key Nigga Holla Back Na, I'm Still Lookin' For A New York Ho, Where She At? Yeah