Bat a b*tch lyrics

by

Bun B


(BG)
Ding-a-ling
All the time (2x)
(Baby)
We still gone beat that b*tch
(BG)
Beat that b*tch
(Baby)
Every chance we get
(BG)
Every chance
(Baby)
Stank ... dirty, project-smelling pus*y b*tch
(BG)
Black ass hoe
(Baby)
This time we gone beat that ho from
Louisiana to Washington
(BG)
On the real?
(Baby)
We have to beat that dog ho
Gorilla looking b*tch

(BG)
I bat the f*ck out the b*tch quick
Cause these hoes ain't sh*t
They good for open mix sh*t
And put they mouth on my di*k
Gotta put my foot down and keep my hoes in check
If I let them disrespect then they always gone disrespect
Always have these hoes in line, never wine and dine
Break them off nine inches in they f*cking behind
Its necessary to pimp, gotta mack on these hoes
Don't give cash to these hoes, put that bozack on these hoes
The B.G. don't give a lammy mutha f*ck
Bust a nut and I'm up, I'm the type that f*ck and duck
You known push come to rub
Rub come to shove
These hoes out for jingles so you can't show no love
Pimping ain't easy but you do it cause you gotta
Knock her and chia pop her, ignore her n*gga drop her
I know my di*k got power, leave a pus*y sour
Pumpin hour after hour, stank b*tches a shower
I see b*tches handeling n*ggas, hoe try to be hard
n*gga don't let them pull your card, if they down be saw
I leave a pus*y hole cheezy, greasy
Once again n*gga
Pimpin' ain't easy
(Chorus)2x
Pimpin' ain't easy, gotta keep these hoes from talking back
Hoe I'm your daddy respect it or get batted
Ain't nothin' but a G thang baby
These stank ass hoes going crazy

(Baby)
I'm so down but still hard on these stank hoes
What the pimp of C.M.R do to them be so cold
I'm still taxing these wanna be b*tch n*ggas
I sell the coke by the pound on these trick n*ggas
(B.G.)
These hoes like mosquitoes, sucking di*k and lickin nuts
Ridin these '96 blue trucks
(Baby)
You want a pound of coke come with a hundred g's
Half of pound of coke, selling them for 50 g's
You can't afford that find me on V.L street
And we front you n*ggas right before the ???
(B.G.)
Whole keys, half a keys for 10 5
Four and a half and 16 25
(Baby)
I'm straight fronting my coke n*gga uptown
No disrespect, I don't sell to n*ggas downtown
Stick where I'm from thats where I be
So I can see my muthaf*ckin money on the streets
Three of the baddest b*tches in this f*cking city
(B.G.)
One short, one tall, and one a dog
(Baby)
But see that dog b*tch, n*gga she gone catch hell
But she gone trick, suck di*k and stack mail
I beat a b*tch like Ike every chance I get
I beat a n*gga like Joe beat Mike, that b*tch
And I'm gone rep and stunt till I just can't quit
And I'm gone keep my diamonds to blind a b*tch
(B.G.)
I wanna see all my homies get on they feet
Ride camaros, sittin on momos
Lexus with D's and Vos, pimpin ain't easy but it's necessary hoe
(Chorus)
(Mannie Fresh)
Cash Money in the power, you b*tches in the Eddy Bauer
A whole city of n*ggas that follow, the thangs I do
The way I walk, the way I talk, the sh*t I buy, the sh*t I bought
See I gets more pus*y than Kotex, I sport rolex
Purchase with bad checks
Just to get with me, sit with me
Get a pit for me, b*tch you ain't sh*t to me
Cause I done gave more di*k than a Calliope got bricks
She used to be your hoe but thats my b*tch
That hoe calls me realist, n*gga you one of the realist
Ding dong, daddys home, to the break of dawn, lets get it on
So you can feel it, di*k down your spine, I don't mine
Takin it off, breaking it off, shakin it off, doing it again
Stickin it in, bringin a friend, cause these n*ggas be laggin
About the b*tches they pimpin straight braggin
But if your dog was Frank Minyard, you couldn't be taggin
The b*tches I f*ck, the b*tches I duck
Ask that hoe next to you, that b*tch know my truck
Mannie Fresh, a.k.a Warning, warning city a big ballin ass pimp comin
Through
(Chorus)

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