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Ebk4

Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 1
Year: 2000

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  1. Every Single Bitch

Every Single Bitch Lyrics - Ebk4 - Brotha Lynch Hung

(Intro: Clip from a Movie) 

Your gonna have a bank roll so big 

when you walk down the streets 

its look like yo' pockets got the mumps 

 

I aint never had those kinda mumps 

 

now remember a pimp is only as good as his product 

see and his product is women 

now you got to go out there 

and get the best ones you can find 

and you got to work them broads 

like they aint never been worked before 

and never forget 

any body can control a womans body 

see but the key is to control her mind 

 

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(Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung) 

fuck these hoes 

its the re-do 

you know how we do 

every single bitch ya'll 

from the psycho active album 

from my nigga X (nerferious) 

bear nigga the flex 

can't come nearious (biatch) 

(who is this) 

 

Photos 

 

its the muthafucc'n Lynch and im back on a X track 

'Bout to tell you niggas how to keep a hoe stack'n (what you do?) 

what you got to do 

to have your bitch clockin' 

Just put her on skirt, (then what?) 

sit her on "Stockton" fish-net stockins 

Tight around thick dock, make it look good, to the normal nigga eye 

That bitch'll make a killin even if she ain't fine (why?!) 

Cuz a big ass and some titties is a gold mine, deuce-nine dollars 

A nut, two nuts is 58, an extra 4 if want the hoe to masturbate 

A blow job is 24 bocks a hit 

But it's worth she see the hoe swallow the gooey shit 

And when I come through she be comin to see daddy 

Like a O.G., you know me, I'm sittin in the Caddy, kick back 

Look at the hoe like "Wow!" 

Bitch your my slave, what should I make her do know? 

You can't treat a bitch good, you know (no) 

What good is a nigga who ain't slappin his hoe 

So peep, let 'em all know that you don't play 

And every bitch gotta price to pay 

 

That's real, you bitches, fuck hoes mayn 

They got all off crack, tryin to make you scratch 

That's realer than real, shots to that nigga Nerferious 

He put down the original game, nigga just need to bring back some doe 

Slow me, uh, productions 

 

(Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung) 

Who's the hoe? A bitch named {silence} was the trick 

She gave up the poo-poo for not one cent 

She didn't pay, fuck it I kept the hoe 

Every morning at 6 A.M. she was leavin out my window 

The close homie probably hit'em too 

I thought I gave her fuck but she probably fucked the whole crew 

I can't lie, I hella liked the bitch 

But like X-Raided said: "Once a bitch, always a bitch" 

So why try to change her? 

I rather be by myself, fuck a hoe I strangle her 

The only woman I respect 

Is my muthafucken moma, disrespect I break yo neck 

It's hella easy pullin hoes (hella easy pullin) 

Half cuz I got game and half cuz I'm in the stores 

Dumb bitch you, you get's no play (24 street) 

You got a price to pay, fa sho 

 

Fuck these all muthafucken 

Disease carrien 

Muthafucken red pussy havin 

Cuz it's been dug up, stretch up, phunky stupid ass, biatches 

Set up bicthes, yaknowwhuti'msayin 

Fuck 'em and leave 'em 

 

(Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung) 

That's that bitch givin up the cash 

I know a hoe, who would straight up jack yo ass 

You might go to the mo-mo and get you some 

Then you wakin in hella broke and feelin dumb 

She made you cum then your ass went to sleep (then what hapend?) 

Took your ki and out the doo' the hoe creep 

You got got by a sneeky ass bitch 

Now she's kickin with a notha nigga, front you shit 

You said the baby had you caught, that's what you said 

But you thought she was sprung so you gave her the bread 

It was all of the bitches plot 

Big spider web, yo ass got caught 

You went in her that night loc 

Yeah, she said use the rubber, a big fucken 

She got head, ate and paid quick 

And all you got was a fat ass check to spend 

See, niggaz just love the bomb shit 

Them bitches cry to make a nigga go for it 

But not me, nigga I do it my way 

Cuz every bitch got a price to pay, fa sho 

 

You know, what I say, haha, them bitches got you stretched out. 

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