| Last week I beat my bitch up in the street for lyin to me
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| She thought she caught a cutie but didn’t know the nigga knew me
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| He said he had but one or two affairs with the booga bear
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| All a nigga could do was try to act like he don’t fuckin care
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| I was about to drop the hammer on this nigga
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| Till grip pulled out his wallet and he had my bitch’s pictures
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| That undercover lover bullshit was now discovered
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| Can’t wait to see this bitch cause I’mma beat her ass in public
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| I went to her sister’s house, drove by her momma’s
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| I even stepped to poppa duke’s house to bring the drama
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| Lookin up the block, yeah hold up, yeah there goes that bitch
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| From a mile away yo I could tell my bitch is switched
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| So I ran up on her, hey wassup bitch I got a question
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| If you lie, this Smith and Wesson gonna teach ya ass a lesson
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| You ever fucked around on me before? |
| «Hell no!» |
| *smack*
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| «Yo what you hit me with that gun for?»
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| Bitch why you lyin, bitch you’ve been cheatin
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| Now I gotsa to give your motherfuckin ass a beatin
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| I punched her in the ribcage and kicked her in the stomach
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| Take off all my motherfuckin jewellery, bitch runnin
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| I stomped her and I kicked her and I punched her in the face
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| Some people crowded around but nobody got out of place
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| Don’t want heroics, «Hey buddy» — aiyyo money don’t get in this
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| «Hey miss you alright?» |
| — motherfucker mind your business!
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| I’m bashin her with the nine, inches away from pullin the trigger
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| But a nigga got to hit her till I see her face get bigger
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| I’m sick of all the bullshit, tired of all the nonsense
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| So I pistol whipped the bitch till her ass fell out of conscious
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| Now she’s all bloodied up, layin in that red shit
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| Bitch press charges, I guarantee you she’s a dead bitch
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| The first time you play me is your last
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| So yo don’t interrupt me when I’m whoopin on my bitch ass
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| «Hey mister mister, what the fuck you doin?»
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| «Hey mister mister» — keep walking past!
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| «Hey mister mister, what the fuck you doin?»
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| Don’t interrupt me when I’m whoopin on my bitch ass!
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| I’m baggin up mad shit, puttin it on the street
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| I never snorted but I find myself shorted every weekend
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| Shit is disappearin and I’m lookin for the logic
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| Of why my shit gets lower every time I count the profit
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| It never fails again, these bitches drawers they go back up
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| One hundred here, two hundred here, but all that shit adds up
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| So I’m layin for the traitor
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| So I can put foot in they ass cause I’m a motherfucking bitch hater!
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| So I’m peepin out the spot for a week
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| If I catch one of these bitches stashin bread she’ll be dead meat
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| I took one to the bath and tried to knock it
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| Feelin on her ass, hey yo bitch what’s this in your pocket?
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| Aha finally caught your ass!
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| The bitch had my cash, I rolled up inside her stash
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| She started coppin a plea but I ain’t really tryin to hear her
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| I snatched her by her hand, bashed her face up in the mirror
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| I threw her right on the ground and then her skirt revealed her panties
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| Now a nigga’s ready to shove his dick up in her fanny
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| I hit the bitch like one more time and then I just said fuck it
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| Pulled my zipper down, whipped out my dick and made her suck it
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| I’m rammin my dick inside of her mouth and tryin to make her choke
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| Then I grabbed the back of her head and shot come down her throat
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| I beat her and I dissed the bitch for tryin to steal my cash
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| So yo don’t interrupt me when I’m whoopin on my bitch ass |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hey Mister Mister , by - J-Love. Song from the album Legends Vol 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп