C.C.F. Division - Get a Job b**h lyrics

[Intro: Freemurder] Tired of this sh** right here Everytime I come around, man, this b**h This b**h wanna ask me for everything man Why don't this b**h go out and get a f**in' job or somethin' Man, this b**h is breakin' me man, this b**h is breakin' me god Yo Cronz, man, you gotta help me man, I need some money or somethin' I need somethin' [Hook: Freemurder] Soon as I see you around the way Girl, all I got to say is - get a job b**h You say there's bills that I have to pay Girl, all I got to say is - get a job b**h [Freemurder] Yo, you over there where them goons be barkin' About nothin', all you want is Gucci Harlems Air Force One's, ma, your gear gon' come Go and juke somethin', cook somethin', hear it go again Or go to Mickey D's and ask for an application No, I'm not treatin' girl, I don't wanna have you waitin' Months and months thinkin', you gon' get a house The faster I get you in, the faster I get you out Want me to kiss your mouth, you must be lickened out Chasin' me down like a, cat try'nna get a mouse You know she rude try'nna burn my clothes up Better play road runner, dun, and burn the road up Go 'head beat your feet, I'd rather beat my meat Before I f** this bum b**h, I'd rather feed her to the streets Go ahead and get that dough, watch me pimp that hoe See it got me the six, I had to switch that four [Chorus: ShaCronz (Freemurder)] You want some Gucci? (get a job b**h) You want some rent money? (get a job b**h) You want your hair down? (get a job b**h) Get up off your a** and (get a job b**h) (Get a job b**h, get a job b**h) (Get a job b**h, get a job b**h) [ShaCronz] My year, a different b**h, it has just begun If your hairs out, can't feel 'em, my wrist is numb Call your bluff, your man ain't tough, tell him get his gun Treat b**hes like car crashes, hit and run Mommy taught me morals, but I can't help myself Some b**hes can't cook, can't clean, nor help theyselves Ladies, don't try to send your kids at me Not them kids, daddy, ain't my job to keep them kids happy Know many b**hes s** co*k for rent Walk around, hair, nails done, with not a cent I need a b**h that can talk with lots of sense Understand the game of start, pitchin' rocks in the b**h I take a cute to booty ugly, and coogie rugbies The groupie s** me, all my j**els be roughly About ten panties a piece, Cronz love plenty of freaks That give me head, off and deceased, come on [Chorus] [Terra Tory] All ya'll broke b**hes want is money What you want from me, cuz ma, I'mma leave you bummy You gets no ends, for nothin', just keep s*uttin' You gets no clothes and Timbs, just keep struttin' Terra Tory ain't no slap, got no time for frontin' It ain't, even a thought, so don't keep discussin' Ain't nothin' bein' brought, I'mma keep on crushin' And you won't catch me, I'mma keep on duckin' You better move on ma, cuz things is done here Cruise on broad, you gets no ones here You better get a job b**h, don't run here You gets no love b**h, so don't come here Ma, stop askin', all I was doin' was ga**in' It ain't gonna happen, so keep on pa**in' You need to get your own girl bring cash in Cuz f**in' with me, you won't stay in fashion [Chorus to end] [Outro: Terra Tory] Yo what the f** is goin' on, b**h Why the f** you over there tellin' me that you want my f**in' money b**h You getter ahead with all that before I f** your a** up b**h You owe me money, now b**h, yeah, b**h, come on now My whole team right here, they know you owe me money, b**h You want me to take you court, do you want that, huh What you want, you want me to take you court, I will take you to f**in' court Cuz I don't like nothin', you want your hair down You want me to pay your cable bill, just get up off your a**