Effin’ Yo’ b*tch lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayo, I seen your b*tch at the club eyeing the grimy
Rugged low life rapper, no life rapper
What she wanna look at me for?
I ain't got sh*t, I got a little, white di*k
Six inches, the b*tch want it, she can get it
I don't got nice sh*t
I don't got platinum and ice sh*t
I got no life, b*tch - get it right, b*tch
Come to the crib, we gon' handle this
I don't care who your man is
I got a dirty apartment with roaches, that's where I take her
Queens Hillside Avenue in Jamaica
Buy her later when I hit that, tap that
Pull the ass out, smack that
She a freak b*tch, she like to eat di*k
She be telling me your secrets, your weaknesses
This is who you dream, b*tches
I'm in your crib now busting nuts on your silk sheets
Soiling your mattress
Bend her over backwards and sideway
Last Friday you was home
I was busy tearing her back out in the driveway
Yeah, I'm probably the ugliest guy you ever saw
To you I'm probably poor
I'll probably get your b*tch screaming for more
I got the b*tch fiending for di*k, I'm probably right next door
You the sh*t, right? Big wheels sh*t
You making platinum hits, I'm still f*cking your b*tch
[Hook]
f*cking your b*tch, f*cking your b*tch
f*cking your b*tch, f*cking your b*tch
f*cking your b*tch, f*cking your b*tch
f*cking your b*tch, f*cking your b*tch
I be f*cking, f*cking, f*cking your b*tch
f*cking your b*tch, f*cking your b*tch
f*cking your b*tch
I be f*cking, f*cking, f*cking your b*tch
When you're not around, I be f*cking your b*tch

[Verse 2]
Yeah, she ain't grizzly, chicks be on my di*k meat
Your b*tch be probably with me
It's so funny how a dirty motherf*cker like me
Might be the one sticking di*k up in your wifey
Yeah, it's true I'm a piece of sh*t and I'm proud of it
It's true I'm here to defy the public
It's true I'm tapping that ass, every ounce of it
Playing with her clitoris, in your crib where your kids live
It's ridiculous how this b*tch live
She the gang bang, take di*k on her first date b*tch, your b*tch
She like it when I choke her, smack her, yolk her
Twisting her like yoga, friends [?]
White Buffalo, white trash soldier
Bend her over, cobra
Busting nuts on your sofa
Yeah, I'm R&B, half rap sh*t
I got your b*tch on some ''hit-it-from-the-back'' sh*t
Sex maniac sh*t, no prophylactic
My whole clique tapped it
She a bad b*tch, she talk sh*t, but she back it
I don't care if I'm a born loser
I f*ck the dog sh*t out your b*tch while you make love to her
(He ain't sh*t, right?
You're killing it
I love you
Yeah, love you too)
Yeah, you right, see that, I'm not sh*t
But I never lie on my di*k, I never pop sh*t
If I said I f*cked your b*tch it gotta be true
I got STDs, now you got 'em too
[Hook]