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    Was on your mind?
    Can't stop thinkin about that tramp
    All day, dreamin about havin sex with da bieatchhhhh
    Quit cho girlfriend for a slut
    I know you love dat tramp

    [Verse 1: Too $hort]

    You know it shows
    Da way you love her
    Da way you touch her
    You wanna fuck her all da time
    Was on your mind
    Can't shake da thought
    You feel like she's your soulmate
    Can't wait to walk down da aisle wit da tramp
    It's true love cause she's da only one your thinkin of
    You don't care about da dick she suck
    You gonna miss her
    Ask no questions
    Just turn kiss her
    She's everything you looking for, in a woman
    Wake up early in da mornin
    And give you sumpthin
    That's more pleasure than material wealth
    You can't feel that good all by yourself
    Let alone the last bitch you had was kinda frigid
    Couldn't get on top and she didn't lick dick
    Well now you got a bitch that’s like to lick your ass
    Take you out to dinner and she give you some cash
    There's only one flaw
    You know she ain't faithful
    You still tryin to stick to the tramp like a staple
    I ain't mad at you
    I fucked befo'
    You done slipped up and got you a real good ho
    I know god damn well, it's you life
    Why you tryin to turn a ho into a house wife
    She's just a cum freak (oooooooooooooooo)
    Let you shoot it on her face (oooooooooooooooooo)
    Do it on da first day (oooooooooooooooooooo)
    She's gotta have dat taste
    I know you love her


    I know you love her ( I know you love her)
    But she's a tramp bitch ( She's a tramp bieatch)
    I know you love her ( I know you love her)
    But she's a tramp bitch (Tramp bitch, tramp bitch)

    [Verse 2: Slink Capone]

    Well she can suck my dick
    And it break jaw
    Had em ho's
    Love it when I nut in there face
    Cause they say it taste like ?????
    Take off da draws
    Let da homies hit
    Ain't no future in ya front
    Cause youze a freak and you won't admit it
    Sittin in da passanger seat
    Lookin pretty
    Your attuitude is shitty
    But all I wanna do is kill a kitty
    Oh, you wanna free ride?
    Bitch get your ass out
    You can keep on walkin til you get to hot and pass out
    When we was at you mama's house your hand was on my leg
    Makin my dick rise up
    Now I'm ready to fuck
    But you insist on makin a nigga wish for it
    Takin shit for it
    But girl I ain't goin to spend a brick for it
    One thing you gotta doooooo
    To be a G like meeeee
    Be down to make them bitches catch that RTD
    Bitches be fakin
    Suckin dick or videotapin
    When they hear about the money you makin they yellin way
    But you can fuck, fight and hitchhike
    I know you love her (I know you love her)

    [Too Short]

    That’s right
    Ain't givin no bitches no kind of slack
    (Because she's a tramp bieatchh)

    [Verse 3: Too Short]

    You know it ain't nothin wrong
    Whats goin on
    As long as you ain't mad when she don't come home
    Cause baby ain't frontin
    And that’s how it is
    You gotta get use to sharin your bitch
    If you had another girl, you knew she wouldn't care
    But ain't tryin to be no ice cold playa
    Sayin stupid shit, like take me car
    She hit the next nigga house and go make him hard
    Fuck him real good cause she's gotta have it
    Men can't resist her cause shes a bad bitch
    Fell in love wit her, your not da first
    Face in her thighs
    Can't stop the thirst
    She could be worse
    Get back wit your first
    Her pussy's so dead you could ride it in a hearse
    Only missionary style
    You can't get wild
    She's the kind of woman that could have your child
    But there ain't no turnin around
    Your posted like a lamp
    Nigga fucked around and fell in love wit a tramp
    Face lit like a bug, everytime you see her
    She takin off her clothes and you can't wait to eat her
    So good, you wanna stay wit da freak
    If you could you would fuck her every day of da week
    I know you love her (ooooooooooooooooo)
    But you can't stay naked (oooooooooooooo)
    Gotta keep this kinda shit in the right perspective


    [Verse 4: Slink Capone]

    Uh, don't act like you don't want to lick me
    Pretendin youze da bomb
    Me and da homies had you gone off a 40 ounce of mickeys and a bag of
    That's all I got
    To make da situation hot
    It got graphic in traffic
    Had to back on up
    I had to pull up to your bumber
    And gun the, nut on your back and your neck
    And now you got a hairy bone and a link
    Compilament of ?????? Slink
    Don't trip, next time you wanna see safe sex
    I had da shit taped up on the VHS
    I taped all da hoes, all my bitches
    And then watch em later on da 52 inches
    Baller style cause we livin in da killa Cali kingdom
    Big heat, big dick and big nuts is all I bringin
    Next time I want to see you I'll pop another 23
    I'll be watchin you but you can't see me
    I know you love her


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