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Catharsis Effects Lyrics & Chords By Ex.order

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I love all my bitchesThat's my fuckin' problemA 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollarsAnd if any one of them niggas got a fuckin' problemI'mma milk all of 'emCause they fuckin' cowardsI love red bitchesThere's just something 'bout 'emBut I'm gettin' better pussy from a brown oneBeen schoolin' y'all niggas, I'm your alma materI'm the shitWhere the fly swatterI know you dykin' who you eatin' onMake me think about all them nights we got a threesome onMake me think about how you suck it like your teeth are goneIf your friends hatin' on you, fuck 'emTo each his own, yessirI do my drugs then I sleep 'em offLike it just be callin' meI need to turn my ringer offAin't a fuckin' singalongUnless you brought the weed alongThat kush, okay I got that kushCop pounds and put my people onWe can take the stairs up to the starsThat's where we belongFuck that shit you talkI beat that pussy like productionOr like Rocky, beat the RussianOr like Jordan, beat the buzzerNigga, gimme what you've gotTake that money like an usherOne man band, all you hear is repercussionTold a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destructionShe looked me in my eyes and saidMan, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'I said shorty, you a beastI love bad bitchesOkay, what's the problemIf she thinks she gonna come upI'mma fuckin' drown herI'm wilder than public schools and public housingCan't afford failure, I'm just browsingI was 15 with $100, 000And if you talk trashI'mma fuckin' possumAnd nigga, if your bitch got eye problemYou know what it is, armed robberyTunechiI heard 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young"I haven't seen a movie since I started livin' oneI be in a room full of bitches gettin' drunkSmokin' like a point guard, no look, passin' bluntsFuck you talkin' 'bout?
Euro, this and thatWanna walk in these shoes?
Have the outfit to matchAnd niggas schemin' on what I had, butWe gon' put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose)And all these new bitches old newsThrowin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"And every dream girl that I fucked came trueNow every night feels like deja vuAnd the hatin's no use, she ain't waitin' on youI tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes"And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a clueCause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proofThat sick shit, I'm ill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problemI'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problemsAnd I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin' problemJust know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problemOut the city, but you can't take the city out 'emI know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em?
Long story short, money always colorblindShe blew the team for some Red Bottoms(Euro)I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problemHad a few ugly bitches but I had to hide emCan't live with em, Can't live without emCan't trust them hoes poking holes up in condomsPut a S on her breast, she a supermodelIf you swallow these kids, does that make you childishNow she say I got a fuckin problemBecause I fucked her once and gave a fuck about herHer hair blown out like the 80sI drive these bitches crazy, mental asylum should pay meI ain't looking for a lady,????
was meant to get you hitchI ain't looking for a wife, I need a one night trickThat can ride it like that, suck it like thisHit it from the back in the back of the whipI'm a mac, I'm a pimp girlYou don't need make up, put this mac on your lipsShe drive a X5, beefin' with her ex manBaby Ima dog and a DMX fanTold myself I wouldn't mess with my ex againPopped a lil x then i tried explainI keep it too real to ever be a lameToo many girls in this world, you all be lameShe all on my dick cause I got street fameTold that thirsty ass bitch don't speak my nameKidd Kidd, a nut from the 9Tell em don't worry bout me I'm just fineGirl if you comin' with me then let's rideI know you want money so don't waste my timeUh, wear that ass out fuck her till we pass outFuck a hotel, we goin' to my mans houseScratch that your baby mama was an AmtrakWe treat that pussy like some good weed and pass thatYeah, to my niggas, she fuck my niggasBought some bitches, and she was wit' itWith you she wasn't, but she did itShe let you lick it, but never stick itYou be trippin, you say you fallinNigga you slippin, stupid ass nigga tryna' fall inlove\If i fall it's gon be from too many drugsYou asking questions, bout what she wasWith the rider game, she told you in the club

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