f*ck That b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Murder Mike]
Old dirty ass b*tch
You need to get your weed redone
f*ck you

[Hook: Murder Mike]
f*ck that b*tch
Slap that hoe
f*ck that b*tch, kidnap that hoe
f*ck that b*tch, put your fingers 'round her throat
f*ck that b*tch and just choke, choke, choke

[Verse 1: Muder Mike]
I hate b*tches but I love pus*y
'Cuz they talk sh*t and they try to push me
Had a deaf hoe, thought she was the right one
Cause she couldn't talk but the b*tch kept right
Note after note complaining about my lifestyle
But sound like "Uuuugh" when I put the pipe down
So I wrote get the f*ck out right now
And slapped the b*tch with last nights lifestyle

I'm an equal opportunity as*h*le
Handicapped or not I treat the b*tch like the last hoe
And f*ck a lasso cuffs and duct tape
I'm handing out razors so b*tch get your duck straight
[Hook: Murder Mike]
'Tried to f*ck my homie (f*ck that b*tch!)
Can't make no Macaroni (f*ck that b*tch!)
Thought I was a pump (f*ck that b*tch!)
So I put her in the trunk (f*ck that b*tch!)

[Verse 2: Du-Rag (Muder Mike)]
Murder Mike b*tch said she had a friend
She said she want a kid (n*gga called her in)
Talked to her for sex and she looked like shot dead
b*tch came through flat top like ???? (n*gga)
But she said that the pus*y was bumping
Pull her panties down and it looks like an omlette (Pssshhh, n*gga)
I said b*tch, your duck's been scrambled
And damn, them titties in shambles
So I told her to get
n*gga stop lying (You was on the couch beatin' that b*tch)
Ok I f*cked, but the pus*y was blunt
So I slapped her with my di*k threw the b*tch in the trunk

[Hook: Murder Mike (Du-Rag)]
f*ck that b*tch
Slap that hoe
f*ck that b*tch, kidnap that hoe
f*ck that b*tch, put your fingers 'round her throat
f*ck that b*tch and just choke, choke, choke
She tried to f*ck my homie (f*ck that b*tch)
Can't make no macaroni (f*ck that b*tch)
Hair came from a pony (Man f*ck that b*tch)
pus*y look like Baloney (Man, f*ck that b*tch)

[Interlude: Muder Mike (Du-Rag)]
Man f*ck that b*tch (Which b*tch?)
n*gga that thick (That big b*tch?)
Nah n*gga, not her n*gga, that rich b*tch
(Oh, I thought you was talking 'bout that broke hoe)
Hell nah but motherf*ck her too though

[Verse 3: Muder Mike (Du-Rag)]
Both of them gon' get the di*k (Why n*gga?)
'Cause they both b*tches and b*tches ain't sh*t (For what?)
Went home for my po' f*ck a ho, only good for cleaning up and gettin' my di*k swole
b*tch said she was on the pill
But popped up pregnant turns out the pill was been a drill
So I told her to pop six
Cause I know the b*tch allergic to jabs to the esophagus

[Hook: Murder Mike (Du-Rag)]
f*ck that b*tch
Slap that hoe
f*ck that b*tch, kidnap that hoe
f*ck that b*tch, put your fingers 'round her throat
f*ck that b*tch and just choke, choke, choke
She tried to f*ck my homie (f*ck that b*tch)
Can't make no macaroni (f*ck that b*tch)
Hair came from a pony (Man f*ck that b*tch)
pus*y look like Baloney (Man, f*ck that b*tch)

[Outro: Muder Mike and Du-Rag]
f*ck-f*ck-f*ck-fu-fu-fu jigga f*ck f*ck
f*ck that b*tch, f*ck that b*tch, fu-fu-jigga-f*ck that b*tch