Every Single b*tch lyrics

by

Snoop Dogg


[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
f*ck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single b*tch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my n*gga X (Nefarious)
Bear n*gga the flex, can't come nearious (biatch) (who is this?)

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
It's the muthaf*cken Lynch and I'm back on a X tracc
'Bout to tell you n*ggas how to keep a ho stack (what you do?)
What you got to do, ta have your b*tch clockin
Just put her on skirt, (then what?) sit her on stock then fish-net stockins
Tight around thick jock, make it look good, to the normal n*gga eye
That b*tch'll make a killin even if she ain't fine (what?!)
Cuz a big ass and some titties is a gold mine, deuce-nine dollars
A nut, two nuts is 58, an extra 4 if want the ho to masturbate
A blow job is 24 bocks a hit
But it's worth she see the ho swallow the gooey sh*t
And when I come through she be comin to see daddy
Like a O.G., you know me, I'm sittin in the Caddy, kick back
Look at the ho like "Wow!"
b*tch your my slave, what should I make her do know?
You can't treat a b*tch good, you know (no)
What good is a n*gga who ain't slappin his ho
So peep, let 'em all know that you don't play
And every b*tch gotta price to pay
That's real, you b*tches, f*ck hoes mayn
They got all off crack, tryin to make you scratch
That's realer than real, shots to that n*gga Nefarious
He put down the original game, n*gga just need to bring back some doe
Slow me, uh, productions

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Who's the ho? A b*tch named {silence} was the trick
She gave up the poo-poo for not one cent
She didn't pay, f*ck it I kept the ho
Every morning at 6 A.M. she was leavin out my window
The close homie probably hit 'em too
I thought I gave her f*ck but she probably f*cked the whole crew
I can't lie, I hella liked the b*tch
But like X-Raided said: "Once a b*tch, always a b*tch"
So why try to change her?
I rather be by myslef, f*ck a ho I strangle her
The only woman I respect
Is my muthaf*cken moma, disrespect I break yo neck
It's hella easy pullin hoes (hella easy pullin)
Half cuz I got game and half cuz I'm in the store
Dumb b*tch you, you get's no play (24 street)
You got a price to pay, fa sho

f*ck these all muthaf*cken
Disease carrien
Muthaf*cken red pus*y havin
Cuz it's been dug up, stretch up, phunky stupid ass, biatches
Set up bicthes, yaknowwhuti'msayin
f*ck 'em and leave 'em
[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
That's that b*tch givin up the cash
I know a ho, who would straight up jack yo ass
You might go to the mo-mo and get you some
Then you wakin in hella broke and feelin dumb
She made you c*m then your ass went to sleep (then what hapend?)
Took your ki and out the doo' the ho creep
You got got by a sneeky ass b*tch
Now she's kickin with a notha n*gga, front you sh*t
You said the baby had you caught, that's what you said
But you thought she was sprung so you gave her the bread
It was all of the b*tches plot
Big spider web, yo ass got caught
You went in her that night loc
Yeah, she said use the rubber, a big f*cken
She got head, ate and paid quick
And all you got was a fat ass cheuqe to spend
See, n*ggas just love the bomb sh*t
Them b*tches cry to make a n*gga go for it
But not me, n*gga I do it my way
Cuz every b*tch got a price to pay, fa sho

Youknow, what I say, haha, them b*tches got you stretched out...
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