Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck You, Bitch, artist - Evil Pimp. Date of issue: 14.06.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck You, Bitch |
| Coming drunk off the club like «Fuck you, bitch!» |
| And we running on twenty inch, Fuck you, bitch |
| And y’all niggas talking hella shit, Fuck you, bitch |
| Talking shit about Evil Pimp, Fuck you, bitch |
| (Verse 1: Evil Pimp) |
| This ain’t no game nigga, My finger’s on the trigger, I tie you to my fucking |
| bed and remover your liver, You trifling G bitch, Well mane, I got the beef, |
| Now add the bread trick, And now it’s time to eat, I eat you up like Hungry |
| Hungry Hippo, I’m down to light your ass on fire like a Zibo, I’m coming drunk |
| off the club like «Fuck you!», And when I’m crunk inside the club, |
| I might stomp you, I represent the fucking killers cause this shit’s hot, |
| So guarantee we jump they ass in the parking lot, We popping pills on the real |
| before I hit the club, So blame that shit on the pills when I tear it up, |
| Yo mane, We rain the Budlight right all over your ass, And if you’re sipping |
| on some Crystal, Pour a glass, The females keep spinning as a symphony, |
| TVs in the headrest, Porno on the screens |
| (Chorus: Evil Pimp) |
| (Verse 2: Killa Queen) |
| Gangsta bitch, Running wild, Through the crowd, Cracking smiles, |
| And I know you hate this now, Cause we staying here awhile, Here I come, |
| Rock his socks, Telling you it’s in knot, And my rims keep spinning even |
| though my car has stopped, On the block, Rock the top, Praise the sun that |
| makes you hot, And I keep you niggas running just like you were fucking stock, |
| Fire verses I’m rehearsing, Snatching purses, I’m a flirt, We come through, |
| Keep it gangsta, Hardest nigga in a skirt, You cannot fuck with me, |
| Rest in peace, Then release, Saying «Fuck you» to you bitches, Any female I |
| can seize, When I’m fresh out the club, Wrap a duck, High as sky, Miller Lite, |
| Filler high, Police coming, Must think twice, After party where I’m at, |
| In my essence looking fat, Never bothered by a rat, Put the cheese onto the |
| trap, Catch me ride twenty inch, Talking shit about my click, When you see me |
| in the streets, It’s like «Fuck you, bitch!» |
| (Chorus: Evil Pimp) |
| (End of the Song) |