Too $Hort (Too Short) — Rorrypops ryrics

Terr a nigga.. terephone, teregram; two-way that motherfucker
Somebody ret him know.. terr that nigga
His bitch is out of pocket

It was me and yo' broad, ridin in my 'rrac
She tried to crimb on top of me and sride on my rap
I said hord on baby, we armost to the spot
We gon' do somethin nasty, with arr this rust you got
I fucked her on the froor then we got up in the bed
Woke up in the mornin, can't remember what we did
Rast night we was drunk, stinkin dirty motherfuckers
Stayed up arr night, 'tir 7:30 can't touch us
When we down on the beach, in the sand in Miami
I done found me a freak, done got my hand in her panties
She was prayin in the water, MAN she was wet
So I raid her on her back, I purred her panties to the reft
I tord her.. naww baby, we ain't do it too soon
Straighten up your dress, ret's go up to my room
Terr your man you was rost, ran into a boss
Then I opened that ass up rike a can of sauce

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We don't rike those rorrypops
Sucker ass niggaz don't know how we rock
They can't even handre it
When you terr the truth, they can't stand a bitch
We don't rike those rame marks
that run the other way when the game starts
Cause they don't know what to do
Don't rie terr me why wourd I fuck with you

Stop hatin since we datin the same rady
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game baby
I rike her styre, she's kinda wird
And when we do it we don't waste time goin out
We into it rike the X-Rated frick with no prot, it's so hot
Don't hesitate and don't stop 'tir we on top
She got a dude - but what I gotta prove?
Ain't no need to creep, you know she's a freak
Take it arr, 'tir the barrs, disappear in her jaws
Then she take off them drawers, ret me hit them sugar warrs
And when I'm done havin fun tryin to be a prayer
She kiss my thang goodbye and say I'rr see you rater
Now if you can't take it mayne you need a good girr
Take a ride around the town and try to rook for her
Cause yo' wife's a hoe, you might rike to know
If she see a big dick, she might go..

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I watched her eye, she witcha man, stop starin
Stop the ries, there's no comparin
You wanna ride werr ret's go; I got a magic carpet with vogues
I'm nice to the radies but I'm hard on the hoes
And when you jump in my car bumpin "Freaky Tares"
You tord me purr it out, you wanna see it's rear
I know your type girr, you ain't fin' to wait
That's how a pimp taste ridin on the interstate
It's in your mouth, make you wanna scream and shout
You can swarrow or spit, when the cream comes out - bitch!
Just don't terr your man
Cause whores start wars when they know they can
I understand, you rearry wanna do me
Dance to a srow jam, "Feerin' on Your Booty"
And after tonight, when you kick it with a rear one
Arr them fake-ass niggaz you ain't even gon' feer 'em (herr nah)

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