Whistle lyrics

[Intro]
Helluva helluva. Gleek gleek, Suga Free. And sometimes Y

[Verse One]
Ho you must be out your motherf*ckin' mind
No "ha ha" sh*t, shut up b*tch, and get on some clothes
And put on that sh*t you came up in here with
Now why you bringin' up old sh*t?
No wonder that n*gga used to go upside your motherf*ckin' head
You stupid lyin' half a ho scrubbin' evil b*tch
You know go god damn well you wrong
Mad cause you wasn't gettin' no di*k
And couldn't f*ck with my chips
b*tch, be gone!
Ooh, almighty dollar
I can't wait to pimp that b*tch like Muslims can't wait to get to Allah
No, no, no, no, no, no
Tootsie
Pull up your panties
Pick up your sh*t, wipe off my di*k
And don't you GIVE me no more of that pus*y
Nah uh
Now that's some pus*y you can keep
It's too good
That's some pus*y you can keep!
I heard pimp come out your mouth
I guess you want me to know
I'll pull a rabbit out my hat when when you can show me your ho
Mr...You Know He 'Bout To
Oh...and you know I'm finda
n*gga you got pimp player comin' out your mouth
When I know you a termite chokin' on a splinter
Pimp bone connected to my leg bone
Leg bone connected to my ass bone (Pimp or die)
Yeah, for real doe
That's how we do that
Gleek gleek, Suga Suga Free

[Verse Two]
And
b*tch you stank
Now, take your ass to the kitchen
Pour me, Quik, C-Note and General Jeff somethin' to drank
Now j*rk is slippin'
b*tch, I'm gonna lay in this motherf*cker, hungry and broke
Just because your case worker is trippin'?
b*tch it's your neck
It's not threat
And it's no sweat
It's your mama askin' you, "Baby where yo check?"
Ho, you'se a thief
And if you mistreat my cash
Point blank b*tch, I'll beat yo ass
You got that child support check b*tch?
Workin' that fast food, think you rich?
Talkin' sh*t about me cause you know my name
Old bucket head b*tch don't know a god damn thang
Lyin' about what you do
What you do
Got me thinkin' what you wanna do
But every time I try to feel her
I end up dreamin' I'mma straight kill her
But you don't even thank me for what I TRY to do
Can't talk without lyin', b*tch I'm tired of you
Jealous of my hoes
Jealous of my clothes
You'd probably let me go on national TV
Without tellin' me I got a BOOGER in my nose
b*tch!
[Suga Free talking]
Suga Suga Free
Cause y'all be hatin' like that too. It's time to let the homie know, you know?
Hey man. These n*ggas ain't the only ones hatin' man
Look at that favorite b*tch you like to kick it with all the time
Tell 'em like this

[Verse Three]
Good evening
Believe me
I would like to hang out with you for a minute baby but you're bleeding
I'm standin' on a good foot
But I'm walkin' on a bad leg
I, smacked the b*tch
Cause she thought I was a trick
And that's when all the pimp jumped out me
And I turned around and slapped the b*tch
She was bold enough to take the kid
And she was bold enough to f*ck my friend
The b*tch was bold enough to go and snitch
So I was bold enough to slap the b*tch
Now, hi Quik
(Watch this)
Wanna see me in 3D
Slowly, go low key and slap that b*tch (slap this)
b*tch you wanna be me huh?
You wanna f*ck Suga Free huh?
Ho this di*k ain't yours
You think I'm free huh?
Man, these hoes is evil
And that's for real
Who can bleed that much a month without dying and STILL
Have my back like you say you do
The only reason she ain't dead is cause Ioveded
What you scared fo'?
My other b*tch is gonna sleep with us tonight because I said so
And if you got one thing to say about it b*tch you'se a DEAD HOE
Now leave me lone, why you bullsh*ttin'?
Get off my back why you bullsh*ttin'?
Now Quik I'm tryin'
But God, these hoes still lyin'