lirik lagu thirstin howl iii - treat her like a prostitute
[intro: thirstin howl iii]
you fake pimp ass n~ggas paying these b~tches bills
buying everything these b~tches want
y’all n~ggas ain’t got no pimp status
[verse 1: thirstin howl iii]
i had a private dancer, girl named samantha
never recognized me with my pants up
met the b~tch on the ave, she gave me crabs
six months later, i gave them back
i get head in the whip, on foot, or skateboard
never one piece of p~ssy paid for
take you out to eat, no [?] movie
what day you get paid b~tch? let me p~wn your jewelry
welfare chicks welcome here
when i drive you crazy, let you steer
treat her like a prostitute
she love a n~gga more when i got no loot
she bought my jeans, my drawers, the fila velours
ain’t nothing i can’t have that we see in the store
hold up shorty, let me check your purse
cause every last nickel you gon spend on thirst
[interlude: thirstin howl iii and meyhem lauren]
give me all that shorty (huh)
ayo meyhem lauren, what it is? (what’s good n~gga?)
you know shorty right? she be frontin on n~ggas from around here, but (yeah, yeah)
i heard you was dealing with that, so what’s poppin?
[verse 2: meyhem lauren]
she said she was a freak, her b~tthole was fluent in greek
i used to f~ck her in the face and bust sperm on her cheek
d~ck chillin’ on the tonsils, shorty can’t even speak
gave her the listerine c~ck, had her gargling meat
mad[?] black ball l!cking in the passenger seat
professional freak, specialty swallowing skeet
i ain’t lying, shorty got down like that
summertime, had the b~tch l!cking sweat off my sack
hit her from the back, then i made her change directions
had her work the pole, i ain’t talking elections
i was sippin’ ‘gnac, son, she was drinking erections
serious d~ck taker, like it was a profession
i stay on my job, could [?] my ride
condoms, my [?]
dressed like i’m god
b~tches get open off jewels and cars
i give ’em meat and dough like they watching they carbs, word
[outro: meyhem lauren]
that’s what we do, son
we don’t be buying these b~tches no extra sh~t, know what i mean?
know what i’m sayin’? these n~ggas be acting like they got daughters, n~gga
that’s your girl~? that’s your b~tch or that’s your daughter?
f~ck you payin’ for everything for, n~gga? come on
i tell a b~tch straight up, “i’m fly enough for the both of us, ma”
i got three hundred pairs of boxers, i don’t even do laundry, i just rock drawls, and throw ’em somewhere, and put on another pair, f~ck outta here
n~ggas got sixty nine sweaters and sh~t
hundred fifty pairs of sneakers, i don’t even play sports, ma
why the f~ck i got so many sneakers, man?
lo lifes, double l sh~t, outdoorsmen
brooklyn and queens, what the f~ck n~ggas do?
we ain’t trickin on you b~tches, word up
but if you one of you b~tches like me, you wanna take a n~gga shoppin’ or something
you know, make me a steak, it’s all love
word up
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