Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tell These Bitches, artist - Shaggy 2 Dope. Album song F.T.F.O.M.F., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Tell These Bitches |
Shout to my thugs and my scrubs going in for the kill |
Mad love for my fam, yeah, keeping it real |
Still holding that hatchet up, holding shit down |
Terrorizing folks, painted up like a wicked clown |
S — H — A double G — Y |
Numero Two D — O — P — E |
I — stood up to the test of time I know you like «fuck me» |
2nd LP between Joker’s Cards |
ICP for life, love it like a second wife |
Murderous beats and wicked lyrics, shit’s nice |
Never think twice never looking back now |
Always looking forward and deliver, believe that |
I write my raps and my skin with a sharp blade |
With my eyes shut in a cloud of haze |
Step up to the mic and recite the chorus |
Read it backwards, hit it forward, with demonic twang |
Not known to sing, but the shit I bring |
Get your spine tingling, brain stem to bottom |
This ring, what it mean, it’s not a one hit wonder thing |
Think it again. |
You me dancing |
Shaggy 2 Dope did it again |
And I’ma tell these bitches how they life gonna end |
'Cause they steady frontin' like they just don’t know |
That you can’t fuck with a strangler. |
Shaggy Shaggs ain’t no ho |
(What's good with it?) |
There’s too many damn fish in up in this pond |
I’ma gobble em up and drop the fuckin' bomb |
Whoa! |
Destroy the weak, rule over the strong |
And keep these wheels rollin' on and on and on |
What’s wrong with these mainstream dickheads? |
«Down with the feds» you straight up shitheads |
Do what you gonna do but we ain’t goin' nowhere |
For 25 years of fear ain’t bout to disappear |
So FUCK the FUCK off, you motherfucker, you |
You trick the masses, I ain’t drinkin' your Kool-Aid, dude |
Devil, bring it up a level, YAH! |
I bring trouble like a Pop-O-Matic bubble, HOT! |
It’s what you not. |
Tryin to bring what I got |
You’re bound to flop, tryin' to stand in my spot |
You get stabbed, not shot, where my blade? |
Found it |
Less noise, more blood, soak up in your carpet |
I wake, did dab, with the liquid that’s red |
Then it’s off with your head, not sorry for your second |
But instead, sliced your body like a loaf of bread |
Cause you spit too damn much, and nothin' said |
Shaggy 2 Dope did it again |
And I’ma tell these bitches how they life gonna end |
'Cause they steady frontin' like they just don’t know |
That you can’t fuck with a strangler. |
Shaggy Shaggs ain’t no ho |
(What's good with it?) |
I stab you and flee, if we got beef |
Knock out your teeth, you fuckin' dweeb |
Bend down now, pick 'em up now |
Kick you in the ass. |
What’s up now? |
I stab you and flee, if we got beef |
Knock out your teeth, you fuckin' dweeb |
Bend down now, pick em up now |
Kick you in the ass. |
What’s up now? |
(What's good with it) |
Shaggy 2 Dope did it again |
And I’ma tell these bitches how they life gonna end |
'Cause they steady frontin' like they just don’t know |
That you can’t fuck with a strangler. |
Shaggy Shaggs ain’t no ho |
(What's good with it?) |
Shaggy 2 Dope did it again |
And I’ma tell these bitches how they life gonna end |
'Cause they steady frontin' like they just don’t know |
That you can’t fuck with a strangler. |
Shaggy Shaggs ain’t no ho |
(What's good with it?) |
Hey yo, Shaggy, man, speakin' to these bitches, what the fuck you got to say |
about all this nonsense being tossed around? |
Come on, man, you know what I gotta say about that shit! |