Potna Deuce - Tramp b**h lyrics

[ DH ] Man, a motherf**er's sick f**in with a tramp b**h Hoe ( ? ) for the next motherf**er's dick? I ain't the one, two, three or the fo' So b**h, break your knuckles when your at DH's do' Oh, you in the house to f**? Open up your mouth and s** If you're tryina get paid, b**h, good luck Man Mike what's wrong? Man, the b**h is gone I mean the co*k is weak, but the head is real strong Tramp b**h This ain't no love triangle But I'ma let my nuts dangle So don't violate or I'ma prosecute I'm treatin you tramp b**hes like prostitutes Tramp b**h, and that's the truth Tramp b**h, it's Potna Deuce [ VERSE 1: Beesh ] Now I'm tryina get paid in the large way I want the real bu*ter b**h, not the Parkay Somebody holdin on to my pocket, that's for sho' But catch a motherf**in bo' as I keep my playa stroll Intact, in fact I gotta get back ta My people so that Beesh can act a Fool ( ? ) with my folks on tilt Where the money is my honey and the co*k is k**ed So tramp b**h, it's stage left when I'm wild and loose I'm doin damage to the bush like child abuse And I got a message for the playa-hatin crew Grab a dick, start smokin up the root I got your b**h and your b**h's friend ridin my draws Sugar walls for my donkey balls But don't trip cause I'm hittin 'em swell On top of that I'm full of dank, now I think it's time to bail Out playa life is all about Get the money, get the women, have all the clout So make way for them swingin motherf**ers from the town of the V You f**in around with me You f** around with the c-r-e-w Bringin trouble to my foes I'm checkin s**er f**in punk hoes Like that cooley cool and I'm cool So tramp b**hes in the house, man, f** you [ VERSE 2: Rube ] I talks bad, way bad about a silly tramp b**h And you know I can't switch Comin like this cause I gives a b**h naythin Dogs like me hoes never had faith in Ass, hip, rim, cool, I'm at her I told you befo' man, titties don't matter And if a b**h keep on snoopin Rube I be diggin all up in them fallopian tubes It's so true, I gots no affection after the s**in It's a fact, I can't be goin bare back Nowadays hoes pack nothin but luggage And still be tryina talk a lotta rubbish So f** a dumb tramp and that sh**ty b**h I'ma try to get her 450 licks Stick my dick in between her big lips Bust a fat nut and then split Cause it's on to the fullest extent I only f** tramps when I'm bent just to block the scent Keep her on gurpin till she hurtin, say later b**h Kick back, get tacked and eat potato chips You gets no respect from me, troop f** you, it's from my whole damn group Done f**ed half them n***as I grew up with So I won't hesitate to call you a b**h [ VERSE 3: Chezski ] I should be grippin yak from the dark hook And beat up on the dug-out till it's all shook And one day if the wild thing's hit and used Gripped a little rough when they swingin with Potna Deuce Tell me what the little house is hittin foe' ( ? ) Tramp b**hes duckin from the Gut Runna k**a Still a got ajar with a slim jammy Far from a ( ? ) you was flammy Tramp b**h knows about the late night jingle I'm perved and I wanna feel the pipe shake and tingle Took her to the spot and all the fabric gets peeled The b**h got me stunned, sinkin straight for the tilt First I gotta hold and show the tramp all the sk**s Clench to the couch, wantin only cheap thrills Doggy dirty dick 'em from the back, dude Arms in the air, talkin dirty gettin way rude And grip daddy's found up at the frontline Hoggin on a pocket little somethin for the second time It keeps poppin fast till they straight get her Batter up, b**h, with your designated hitter He gives it right back like a player should And all the time she's thinkin to herself that it's all good Hmmmm and I never want 'em I'm Chezski the champ puttin thangs on 'em [ DH ] Haha Now y'all know A tramp b**h is just another tramp, stank-a** hoe Tramp b**h (That's how you feel about a b**h?) That's the only way I can feel about a tramp b**h right about now Never loved 'em Tramp b**h