Bitch Please Lyrics

Who wanna catch dis
Who wanna catch dis

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B*tch please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't
F*cker please you must be smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't

Drop it like... oh yeah
That's so trashy
How low can you go
How dirty can you get... nasty f*cker
Drug through the dirt
Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt
Chain sleaze leather face
F*cker please, you must be smokin' rocks
Kill it, kill it
Kill it, kill it
Hit it, f*ck it, feel it, whip it, burn it,
Turn it out and kick it to da curb
Shut it down
Forged in the flames, said it before and I'll say it again...
Quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s

B*tch please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't
F*cker please you must be smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't

When sh*t goes down
I'll be there
Wit' my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road
Ghost ridin' to hell f*ck if I care... who wanna catch my droze
Give a f*ck blood, I ain't goin' nowhere
Templar night and day, live an die by the code,
Code of the street, how ta stay in the zone,
How I own it and freak it to da base of da bone

I am the darkness creeping through your system
The lash of da whip cracking every b*tch into position
Worki'n ya over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out,
Your subwoofers are melting... hear a b*tch say why's he yelling

Who wanna catch dis gun clap, shrapnel off me lip
Cause blood bath

B*tch please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't
F*cker please you must be smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't

Cuz I run this lik
Like dogtown ripped
That raw sh*t like none other
Low down dirty sh*t
Shot off this hip
Death grips, mothaf*cka

Please, you must be
Smokin' rocks
Real sh*t for my people
And it just don't stop
B*tch please