| Dinner’s running late behind, so I hit a bitch in the eye
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| I told her once, then I tell her twice, now get the ice
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| You fucked up my rice!
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| Told a bitch to get me some snacks, she must’ve thought I said «go relax»
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| I took my belt off and whooped her ass
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| Then took a bath, smoking my pipe…
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| Smacking my bitch, let a bitch know
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| Smacking her cheek when she burning the toast
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| Smacking that ho, with all my might
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| Shut that bitch up, when she’s supposed to be quiet!
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| Smack. |
| My. |
| Bitch.
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| Nah, don’t be talking back, I ain’t got time for that!
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| Smack. |
| My. |
| Bitch.
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| Girl, what you talkin' 'bout? |
| Just shut your fucking mouth!
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| G-grew up on the rough side of town
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| I looked up to men like Chris Brown
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| I saw my momma get smacked around
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| My father’s brown, he’s younger than me!
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| I told the bitch all of my demands
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| Make some sammiches for ya man!
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| I ate too many and crapped my pants, then swung my hand
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| I smack her and sing…
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| Smacking my bitch, let my fist go
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| Smashing her teeth like a ten-n-is pro!
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| Smacking that ho, sippin' High Life
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| Did you forget I want food before five?
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| Smack. |
| My. |
| Bitch.
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| I don’t mean shootin' smack, it does mean also that…
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| (I smack my bitch in Hollywood)
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| Smack. |
| My. |
| Bitch.
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| I don’t be smokin' crack, 'cause drugs are fucking bad!
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| (Drugs are bad, m’kay?)
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| You… left the TV… on Honey Boo Boo!
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| Sunday at 9, on TLC!
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| Smacking my bitch, smacking my ho
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| Smacking my trick, just to let our love grow
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| One I hope, I’ll make her my wife
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| And smack my bitch up, for the rest of my life!
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| Smacking my bitch, smacking my ho
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| Smacking her cheek when she burning the toast
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| Smacking that ho, with all my might
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| Shut that bitch up, when she’s supposed to be quiet!
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| Smack. |
| My. |
| Bitch.
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| Nah, don’t be talking back, I ain’t got time for that!
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| Smack. |
| My. |
| Bitch.
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| Girl, what you talkin' 'bout? |
| Just shut your fucking mouth!
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| Smacking my bitch, let my fist go
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| Smashing her teeth like a ten-n-is pro!
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| Smacking that ho, sippin' High Life
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| Did you forget I want food before five?
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| Smack. |
| My. |
| Bitch.
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| I don’t mean shootin' smack, it does mean also that…
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| (I smack my bitch in Hollywood)
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| Smack. |
| My. |
| Bitch.
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| I don’t be smokin' crack, 'cause drugs are fucking bad!
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| (Drugs are bad, m’kay?)
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| Yeah, bitch… Didn’t I done tell you?!
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| Ow… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.
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| I come home, and dinner is pizza? |
| And it’s cold?! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smack My Bitch , by - Rucka Rucka Ali. Song from the album Black Man of Steal, in the genre