Can’t Take Her lyrics

[Intro: Too $hort]
Short Dog…

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
I’m just tryna find me a winner
Take her somewhere and put nine up in her
I gots no time for beginners
I put her on top and then I spin her
She got that good head on her shoulders
Arch that back when I tell her roll over
And if I f*ck her real good, she let me cream in her mouth
My di*k ain’t in her pus*y, why she screamin’ so loud?
She just a c*m freak, she can’t wait ‘til I bust
The b*tch loves real n*ggas like us (What she like?)
She likes girls and boys, she like playing with toys
She like licking and sucking, and when she first started f*ckin’
She ain’t have to learn nothin’, she’s a sexpert
Give a di*k or a pus*y and she gon’ make it squirt
And if you make her scream loud, she’ll say “Daddy, f*ck me harder”
You better not stop her once you get started
Getting sloppy head, di*k soakin’ wet
She uses both hands when she wanna stroke the di*k
That’s a whole lotta muthaf*ckin’ spit, b*tch
If you did this for a living, you would get rich
She ain’t tryna hear that sh*t, n*gga, she ain’t playin’
She ain’t tryna f*ck a trick like you if you ain’t payin’
She just tryna light that weed, and pour me a drink
You wanna f*ck, you better tell her what you think
b*tch!
[Chorus: YMTK]
Fly n*gga with a ride or die b*tch
Close-knit, bad b*tch won’t quit
Keep it lit, hella solid, hold my sh*t down
And break ‘em, break ‘em, weak n*gga, you can’t take her, take her
Dope pus*y, dope di*k, dope mix
Gotta stir it up, bad b*tch won’t quit
Keep it lit, hella solid, hold my sh*t down
And break ‘em, break ‘em, weak n*gga, you can’t take her, take her

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
They call me Short Dog, I’m famous, mayne
For three decades, I’ve been spittin’ game
Where your b*tch at—you tryna find her?
I been having broads in the A before Desiigner
I keep a new whip, my sh*t is too clean
Still pimpin’ on a b*tch, same routine
Same ol’ Todd, same blue jeans
Getting money out a b*tch ‘cause I move mean
I got a hundred bands from a b*tch
I ain’t gotta sell records to be rich
I got a whole lotta ice on my wrists
That b*tch could leave, n*gga, I don’t give a sh*t
‘Cause I got another b*tch in Miami Beach
A real freak, she flies back and forth every week
She works at KOD, and AOD
It’s all on a b*tch, you know it’s AOB
I met this b*tch, her name was b*tch
She was Dubai and her daddy was rich
She said whatever I want, she would buy
I told the b*tch I want a red Lamborghini that flies
All these hoes in my life
And I ain’t ever once tried to make one my wife
I just break ‘em out and stick to the paper route
It’s pimpin’ on a b*tch—what’s all this hate about?
[Chorus: YMTK]
I’m just a fly n*gga with a ride or die b*tch
Close-knit, bad b*tch won’t quit
Keep it lit, hella solid, hold my sh*t down
And break ‘em, break ‘em, weak n*gga, you can’t take her, take her
Dope pus*y, dope di*k, dope mix
Gotta stir it up, bad b*tch won’t quit
Keep it lit, hella solid, hold my sh*t down
And break ‘em, break ‘em, weak n*gga, you can’t take her, take her

[Outro: YMTK]
Dope pus*y, dope di*k, dope mix
Stir it up, bad b*tch won’t quit
Keep it lit, hella solid, hold my sh*t down…