RZA, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE PT. 2 Letras de Canciones

RZA Domestic Violence Pt. 2 Letras:

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You ain't shhh, ya momma ain't shhh
Your daddy ain't shit, your pussy ain't shhh
Bitch, you ain't shhh, your friends ain't shh
Your whip ain't shhh, pocketbook ain't shhh

You talk that shhh but girl you ain't shhh
Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh
You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain't shit
Your friends ain't shit, you whip ain't shhh

You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like
I wear the pants dada, I'm the boss papa
I'm a survivor, I play the course dada
They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha

See I don't need a man, don't need to see a man
But it seems to me ho, you wanna be a man
You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Peter Pan
Strap on the KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya friend

I know the type, come down and take a little pipe
Then run up and call me cupcakes, say, "I didn't fuck you right"
Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards
'Cuz mushy gushy still goin' for sale on the Boulevard

Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the porno flicks
Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit
Get them bent across seas, damn near done rapped the world
And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl

You ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit
Yo daddy ain't shit, yo pussy ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit
Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit

You ain't shit, yo daddy ain't shit
Yo mama ain't shit and yo pussy ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit
Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit, bitch

Hey Bobby, I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber
More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter
Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want
And what you need, and what you get is two different things

Pulled over, Pea Street and put the bitch out in the rain
Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus
Gipp ain't never been touched, left insane, drunk off of [unverified] lush
Hush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey liquor
Tryin' to entice her, movin' to hit her but I'd rather forget her nigga

Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle
And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow, swallow
I met this Caramel Sundae, her name was Betty Boo
She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew
(Fuck no, fuck no)

I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter
She filled her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water
And Sun Dew, the whole clan used to run threw
Her Power U, then just bless her wit the hair doo
Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted
One fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it

'Cuz you ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit
Yo daddy ain't shit, yo cousins ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo whip ain't shit
Pocketbook ain't shit and yo friends ain't shit, bitch

You ain't shit, yo folks ain't shit
Yo lawyer ain't shit, yo bumper car ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo boyfriend ain't shit
Your last name ain't shit, your whole family ain't shit, bitch

Fuckin' around, nigga from Israel
Bobby Digital, Big Gipp A.K.A. Mute
Straight from the underground, we gone