| It was this bitch that I knew back from '86
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| Graduated and made it from the college of dicks
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| Now who the fuck you be, bitch you know me
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| Tryin to act solo, down low, hush-hush, and lo-key
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| Nah ho I ain’t po', where did my motherfuckas go
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| I remember this ho, she used to do nails for Rochelle’s, well
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| How the hell you been since I had no job
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| Hum, why don’t you give me some
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| Cause you know I flow and run for Suave
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| Nah, all of that was on the couch
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| No doubt y’all records spin, y’all shippin in gold
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| It’s cold On The Outside Lookin In (Brrrr!)
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| You’d besta make yourself worthy
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| Cause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty
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| You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit
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| Ain’t this a bitch
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| I remember when you would not give me shit
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| Now you down for them habits
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| Put your numbers on the napkin
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| Make it snappy cause I got to go to the bathroom
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| Hoes with no clothes showin' love
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| Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?
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| Hoes with no clothes showin' love
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| Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?
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| Hoes with no clothe showin' love
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| Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?
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| Hoes with no clothes showin' love
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| Shakin that ass in the club nigga what?
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| No different from the rest
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| She’s just an ordinary ho
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| Hair extensions, long nails, ass thicker than gumbo
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| Make it fast, takin cash, shakin ass in the mix
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| Tens turn to twenties and twenties come from plenty tricks
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| Niggas in love
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| Can’t stay out the club
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| All in the ho’s face
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| But at the end of the paper chase, whatever you had will be erased
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| I see him in the back
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| Countin up that chedder
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| Talkin' loud, smokin hay, makin clouds, gettin ready for the crowd
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| I think I know one
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| I remember you, oh yes I do
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| Tryin to highside from me and my crew, but ain’t no love lost boo
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| What time the club close, at 3
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| What’s up, you comin with me
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| We can smoke up mad trees after you get up off your knees
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| You want some cheese
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| Hoes don’t stay at the suave house
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| Hoes around my nuts like knats
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| Real dogs don’t pay for cats, dats
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| For real baby
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| Recognize and sho me love, dig that shit, sho nuff
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| Well I be God damned, this stout ass ho
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| Wants to get close to me
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| A few years back in the past, you wouldn’t of even noticed me
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| Quoting the, lyrics of the songs that you know I flow
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| Lookin for, confidants, and tickets to my next show
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| Check yo' bitch
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| In these short ass pants and blow up dresses
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| I can tell they freaky with out three guesses
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| Oh yes it’s very true
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| Your bitch’ll be needin me, leavin you
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| Hell, now what the fuck is a nigga like me supposed to do
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| Let her loose or let her remain
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| Cause all she be lookin for is some fame
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| A bigger name
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| Lil' Miss Thang with bigger game
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| And she claim she ain’t heard my music
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| Tryin to trick me
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| So I told that ho my name Bill Bixby
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| She still hit me
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| Now she, killin my dick softly with her mouth and I
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| Really just don’t plan on takin it out cause I
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| MJ fuckin G you needs to knows 'bout these hoes shakin
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| They ass with no clothes like some pros, sho nuff |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sho'nuff, artist - 8 Ball. Album song We Are The South (Greatest Hits), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп