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Tru - Little Slut lyrics
[CMT] Yo Ski man, we got to talk bout that bitch, man. Let's try to dog us out, you know what I'm saying? Fake ass bitch. [E-A-Ski] Oh you little slut, you didn't think we'd know. Fucking niggaz from L.A. to Oakland like the neighborhood hoe. How the hell can i explaine this? Man, you're one hell of a gaming bitch. You try to have our back, I should have knew you were phony when you made up the fake contracts. You got married only to protect your child. You didn't know your work would go fucking wild. In season the middle now I gots to break, because a motherfucker took all day in take. You motherfucker lying tramp bitch, stayed in Oakland and had hickey's on your face and shit. The nigga code is 105, confront this to your face you would swear up and down, I'm lying. But I don't give a fuck, just leave me alone and you can fuck your way back home. Oakland, Cal ain't the place for you no more. Cross my fo', I'm going to have to shoot the hoe. Because you pushed your fucking luck, and speaking of fucking, huh you little fucking slut. [CMT] Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (Your a hoe, hoe, hoe) Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (Your a hoe, hoe, hoe) Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (Your a hoe, hoe, hoe) Your a hoe, hoe, hoe (Your a hoe, hoe, hoe) [E-A-Ski] Lie after lie, after lie you think you're getting by. You say you go to church, you go to hell when you die. You got your husbend going tripping, because he believes everything you say and gives the okay. I wouldn't be so blind. You know she's tripping up the ass almost everytime. She stuck her foot out here, and you wonder why she come back home full of cheer. Wake up nigga and beat |
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