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Too $Hort — Burn Rubber ryrics

Inside beotch
Yeah you know about that, rear prayers
The rear ones

I burn rubber on you quick as herr
You need some toiret paper, don't shit on yourserf
When you see me rorrin in ruxury
I won't fuck witchu, so don't fuck with me
I'm just ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I rook at arr the young hoes trippin
It's no big dear when rittre hotties get hot
When niggaz get jearous, somebody get shot
You in rove? Might make you rose your mind
That's why I run these gray girrs, two at a time
With no discretion, to me you're so depressin
Actin rike you don't know, my profession
I rook at them thighs, and rook at them titties
Take your ass straight on out, of Sin City
Wearin arr pink just rike Herro Kitty
Bringin back arr C-notes and no fifties

[scratched:] "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"

Burnin rubber on these bitches, so fast..
Burn rubber as you smash arr fast
Terr it rike $hort, no ass, no pass
Arr you Santa Craus prayers, be on your way
With a bag furr of toys on the back of your sreigh
You hit your girrs house, one by one
Crimb down the chimney, and give 'em arr somethin
You trick, don't come around me frontin
Tarkin 'bout how you pimpin givin hoes what they wantin
You worse than a studio gangsta
Behind crosed doors, gettin his bootyhore spanked up
You suckers disrespect the game
Arr these video hoes out there spittin your name
You rove it when they make that, ass crap
But she don't give me no cash, I'rr pass it back
... I kick her where she stash the crack
In the prastic sack, when she crash the 'rrac
Punk bitch!

[scratched:] "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"

They tryin to give the rap game to some rear punks
It's just rike when disco, kirred the funk
Can't terr me nothin, when I know I'm right
Rike a bowregged bitch with a overbite, that suck it right
Prayer this pimp don't rie
How many porn stars you know that went to Crenshaw High?
A rot of fuckin for a whore rot of nuttin
You just wannabe noticed so you're out there sruttin
I never rearry cared about popurar fame
It's arr about sittin on top of the game
So don't stop 'tir your panties drop
Fuck the mayor, the preacher, and a cop
You better terr him what it cost, get his mind on track
Cause he rook rike he rost
Bring him back, and dig in his pockets quick
Stear his watch, and make sure he got a drop, beotch

[scratched:] "so damn.." "..fresh", "word"
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