f*ck a b*tch lyrics

[Chorus]
f*ck a b*tch, motherf*ck a b*tch

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Mane, its the Mack Pimp, never simp, play these b*tches like a chimp-panzee
Pass the fine ass b*tch back to the n*ggaro, di*k in hole down to they nut come, c*m some off her tongue then I have to break and run back
Black, to the b*tch who was droppin' off the cheese
Never have I f*cked her, she is callin' me a tease
Ho, say please, and I have to make her say it all the time
Never make love to the body only to the mind
Half the time all these b*tches want is a good nut
All the time they like sneaky sh*t and they kinky sl*ts
Hit the butt from the back, mane, but dont you ever eat her
When you dig these hoes right, you become the peter-leader
Of the five of the n*ggas, you know that she f*ckin' with
Two, 'cause they got a car, three, for the bebe kids
So my nig', when she wants to f*ck, tell much it'll cost
When you get that bebe crew check, b*tch, drop it off

[Chorus]
f*ck a b*tch (b*tch)
Motherf*ck a b*tch

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
So pass the pus*y, pass the pus*y
When I creep to your house, b*tch, I'm bringin' roadies with me
All these hoes think I care for them but they dont know the Juice Manne
Once a b*tch, always a b*tch, love is just a pimp thang
f*ck waitin' for two months, I want the pus*y in a day
Stuck a past dyke freaky b*tch dont let your sh*t decay
I'm the type thats out for your cheese and your car keys
And write your sh*t and wool with may love b*tch hit your knees
On the floor, slob my knob until you see the prisher for
A DJ Paul recorder, scamcorder through the closet door
Now you know the Juicy J don't put you hoes next, it takes
I just take sh*t about my nig' and say the things that might relate
To you hoes that turn too old, b*tch, thought her pus*y was solid gold
Now she's a dyke, I shoulda known muscle bound dont want no pole
Now hear this, I'ma tell you this, if a n*gga make it rich
f*ck a girl, f*ck a woman, f*ck a freak, and f*ck a b*tch
[Chorus]
f*ck a b*tch (b*tch)
Motherf*ck a b*tch