Cadillac Don & J-Money - f** Dat b**h lyrics

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Cadillac Don & J-Money - f** Dat b**h lyrics

[Cadillac Don:] This For All The Ignorant Wanches Or Silly Baby Mamas And All These b**hes Walking Around In The Club Holding Each Others Hands b**h Ya Mack Blockin Lemme Get To The Bench [Chorus:] Man f** Dat b**h f**, f** Dat b**h I Dont Love Dat b**h I Dont Trust Dat b**h U Can f** My b**h Lemme f** Yo b**h I Dont Love Dat b**h I Dont Trust Dat b**h Man f** Dat b**h f**, f** Dat b**h f** Dat b**h f**, f** Dat b**h Man f** Dat b**h f**, f** Dat b**h I Dont Love Dat b**h I Dont Trust Dat b**h [Verse 1: J-Money] Hold Up Baby Ima Tell Ya How I Feel, U Aint All Dat Yeah Its Time To Keep It Real, Thought U Was The World We Was Friends Then Lovers Found Out Later On U Just Like The Others Smile In Ya Face Tryna Get Me On The Low Tellin All Ya Friends That Ya Pimpin On Jo Tryna Pimp A Pimp b**h Dats A No No Game Ova Baby Gotta Find Another Hoe Better Yet Call Up My n***a Cadillac Im All In Her Mouth While He Hit From Da Back Call Big Fruit We Gone Do The Damn Thang Hit Young Star Now U Know We Gotta Train (Chu-Chu) No Hard Feelings Give A f** About A b**h Cuz She'll Be The One Get Ya Caught Up In Some sh** Dats Why J-Money Aint Trusting Nan b**h Mine As Well Gone Let Her f** Da Whole Click Okay [Chorus] [Verse 2: Cadillac Don] (A Man, Yo Who Is It Man, Its Cadillac Don Man, Alright) Now Cuz U Walk Around The Club With Ya Nose Pointed In The Air Knowing That Ya Got Fake Eyes, Nails, And Fake Hair I Hate To See Some b**hes Walking Through The Club Holding Hands Know Yall Hoes Aint Got No Money Need To Be Tryna Find A Man Always Got Ya Hands Out Asking Me For A Drink Ima Buy U 10 And Later On Turn U Into A Freak I Could f** U By Myself But Call My n***as Also B/4 Yo Ass So Many Times Gone Think U Was A Top Code Hit U Slow, Hit U Fast, In Yo Mouth, Make U Gage Used To Act All That Now We Treatin Yo Ass Like Trash Do It With No Hands b**h In And Out All Day We Pitched In And Bought A Room But Hitting U In Da Hallway Dats What U Get b**h For Acting So Cold (So Cold) We Send U Home Drunk p**y Hole Swole (Hole Swole) U Wake Up Like What The f** Went On Check Da Internet U Front Page We Dead Ass Wrong But Man [Chorus]