f*ck Them lyrics

[Intro: Bishop of Crunk]
Eh
Yeah
Arf
f*ck them
Hah hah
Hah hah
Yeah

[Chorus: Too $hort & Bishop of Crunk]
f*ck them
f*ck them
n*gga, f*ck them
That's what I said
f*ck them
f*ck them
I don't give a f*ck about you boys
f*ck them
I don't give a f*ck about your crew
f*ck them
I don't give a f*ck about your b*tches
f*ck them
n*gga, what?

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
Hell na, don't trust them
Rich ass n*ggas out loud, I say f*ck them
He's a b*tch ass n*gga, cashing out hoes on the spot, he's a trick
Give a b*tch everything he got so quick
Now his wife's a ho
His girl's a sl*t
See a big di*k, and they ready to f*ck
Yeah I f*ck them, I let your hoes buy me gifts
And [?] f*ck them
f*ck them with a long wide di*k
I'll f*ck your b*tch til her pus*y hurts
Then dig in her perse, and show her what it's worth
I don't even know why you would sponcer that ho
'Cause all she said you like to do is grind on her slow
b*tches do that for free
You ain't know?
They don't ever charge me, you must be slow
You couldn't get out of [?] with a latter
To all the backstabbers, and all the mad rappers
[Chorus: Too $hort & Bishop of Crunk]
f*ck them
f*ck them
n*gga, f*ck them
That's what I said
f*ck them
f*ck them
I don't give a f*ck about you boys
f*ck them
I don't give a f*ck about your crew
f*ck them
I don't give a f*ck about your b*tches
f*ck them
n*gga, what?

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
Hell na, I don't trust them
f*ck these hoes
Get these nuts when I bust them
Get up and get my clothes
You ain't [?] me, with your stanking weed
I ain't tryna traid love for my bank receats
But you ain't nothing but a [?] and yur pus*y [?] fresh
When I got you undressed, and I put you to the test
You got an F
You flunked, you failed, you f*cked up, oh well
I guess I'm too real for these b*tches
And these lame ass suckers with no game
Saying f*ckers
They wish we wouldn't hear, but man, they can't [?]
So get back, n*gga, while I get stacks, n*gga
I once fell off, but I bounced back, n*gga
Had to call on my b*tch, to get the cheese
Go fall on some di*ks and get 50 G's
That's what it's made for, the pus*y's on the payroll
You not a pimp, she's not a ho, dang, gotta play the role
[Chorus: Too $hort & Bishop of Crunk]
f*ck them
f*ck them
n*gga, f*ck them
That's what I said
f*ck them
f*ck them
I don't give a f*ck about you boys
f*ck them
I don't give a f*ck about your crew
f*ck them
I don't give a f*ck about your b*tches
f*ck them
n*gga, what?