Shyne - f** 'Em lyrics

Verse 1: Leave n***a layin' stiffer than my dick when it's up in a tight clit Return the Devils hate by f**in' a white b**h b**hes ain't sh** but some hips Tits, clits, and some fat lips to wrap around my dick Check it, ghetto girl in designer type She could get it 'long as the vagina tight Keep they nose numb, high off of china white Kinda like the quartz, I knock 'em down, runnin' through my system p**y ain't right hit 'em with a aww naaaw If the head right get remanded behind bars bizarre Grand jury endightment, lifetime sentence, stash my coke in they bra The hustl-ar, ya'll custom-ar's Posted up on Broadway in a custom R 25 Mil' in the trunk Nicky Barnes style on my way to the trunk b**h lets bump Chorus (Shyne and Female) No, (f** these b**hes, f** these b**hes, f** 'em) I don't love these b**hes, f** these hoes No, (f** these n***as, f** these n***as, f** 'em) I don't love these n***as, f** these n***as ('till the day that I die never get none of mine) No, (f** these b**hes, f** these b**hes f** these b**hes, f** 'em) I don't love these n***as, f** these scrubs No, f** these n***as (Four Karat thug n***as want some love) Verse 2: I'm that n***a Priest from Supafly after he died Reincarnated, keep a b**h wide On the bed tied Like "Uh! Uh! Uh!", stop I'm tired Besides my Moms a b**h' lips never touch my face Maybe my girl, but I be watchin' her funny Like "Who dick you s**in' while I'm on tour gettin' money Tryin' to wash this crack money?" I give a b**h nothin' but s**m When you n***as gon' learn? Discern queens from s*uts, love from lust The ones who ate p**y and take it in the bu*t 20 stacks in my pockets, I'm cheap f**in' treatin' a freak to eat I got KY Jelly and grease And a stick of bubble gum b**h, you want a piece? C'mon.... Chorus Verse 3: Never met a b**h I liked enough to love And I share with my mothaf**in' n***a Buzz Let the Homies get up on it Treat a b**h like a blunt, hit, hit, pa** Head on my dick 'till she get whiplash f** it I'm cold, some b**hes is colder Runnin' game just to get up in the Rover Platinum R, Platinum Jehovah Not here b**h, f** what they told ya' Keys to the condo, Gucci ensamble Gaul streams in Santa Fe` doin' the Mambo Laid back where the shade's at White sand, tan, how many b**hes can say that? You want that? we can do that...yeah right Not in your life Stay focused, get my money, every penny f** if your legs broke b**h, crawl on ya' belly Chorus 'till fade...