Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A.O.B., artist - Agerman Of 3XKrazyDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
A.O.B. |
| This goes out to all you hoes who ain’t got no get back |
| If you forget that, Wit my fist, I wouldn’t hit that |
| The lench crack, Ass and tits wasn’t lookin lovely |
| Everytime I see the bitch, She’s lookin ugly |
| She mugged me, Semi in belly, Lookin all stubby |
| Drinkin bubbly, Lookin at her through car right, No she couldn’t do nothin for |
| me |
| Bad bitches only, Cause I’m a star, Everybody know me |
| Plus I can be pushy, Bitches be fightin over me |
| But you though, You in the oooh, Ho |
| You couldn’t make me a sandwich, I wouldn’t let you tear my shoe, Ho |
| You just a ghetto bunny, Uh and bitch you hella funny |
| Scuff a nigga dick, Get the gooey shit, But you ain’t gettin no money |
| Some bitches wonder why they lonely |
| Cause if you ain’t about no dough, I’ma be yo one and o and bitch you hella |
| phony |
| From weedsacks to mo red bottles |
| $ 150 case to buy me fits |
| Nigga it’s all on a biatch |
| From here to the go, GQ to my rear view hidin a rolex off that hen and bond |
| Get off the freeway, Bart get Daryl through that tunnel headed for echelon |
| Before I stepped in, Parking lot pimpin |
| Wit $ 5 purse on the hand of my hand for thirst quenchin |
| Haters beware, We attack like wild bears |
| Ho stare at a player, Kickers like Nike Air |
| The crowd up’ll stare |
| Security push me in the do', Cause I’m all in the dough, Popped in my collar |
| like a snare |
| Recognize the lil trick at the bar wit her square |
| Swear she dope like she real, But she’s fake like her hair |
| While ya hatin movin ya mouth I’m makin moves wit my life |
| Ya kissin her all in her mouth, I’m face fuckin ya wife! |
| It’s all on a bitch |
| I seen her in the club, Lookin all fitty |
| Bring that cheddar here, Wit it tryin to get some nigga to hit it |
| She need to quit it, Bitch you my bond, Why don’t you go on and admit it? |
| That bus full of drunk-ass nigga somebody gon get it |
| That fast, Tell ya how much a nigga fiend for some ass |
| She got no class, And around licks, She got a rash |
| That’s how many dicks her mouth don last |
| The ho is fast, Now she 22, Doin the crew |
| Niggas call her ms. |
| magoo |
| Miss the goo, Cool cool aight cool, Cause she was a victim |
| Straight come from it, Niggas love ya sister |
| Some niggas go all out and let her |
| Tryin to turn a ho into a housewife, Don’t wanna quit em |
| You spike biatch, It’s wrong how you did em, did em |
| Slipped up and called you another name |
| Sympathy’ll cripple ya game |
| That’s why it’s all on a biatch, biatch |
| All on a motherfuckin bitch |
| A.O.B. |
| nigga |
| Ha ha ha, Yeah baby, I’m talkin to you |
| Don’t look around like you don’t know who I’m talkin to |
| It’s all on you, It’s all on a bitch |
| Oh, Oh is that right? |
| You wanna get my hair cut? |
| Oh, We can go right there on barren croff to jackie’s |
| I can get my shit cut for like $ 15 |
| It’s all ave, Oh oh, You wanna get me some Nike’s Jordans on you? |
| Jordans on you? |
| We can go right there to foot locker |
| And it’s my day to hook me up |
| Oh, That’s right, I’m gon need a fit to go wit the shoes |
| We can go to old navy, It’s all ave |
| Oh you know what? |
| I’ma need a pager too |
| And a Sprint PCS phone, Hook me up |
| Oh, It’s all ave? |
| Alright, Cool |
| Cool, We gon do this then baby |
| You know, I always wanted someone like you |
| Keep on bein the way you bein |
| And we gon be together for a long long time |
| It’s all on a biatch |