[Intro: Eminem]
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Bitches always be all... gigglin and shit. (come on BITCH)
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But they get mad when there favorite song dont come on in the club.
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Catch an attitude and shit
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We got one for them. goes like this
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[Verse 1: Eminem]
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We wrote a song for the hoes
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You like to hear? here it goes
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A little somethin you probably won't hear on the radio
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So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
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And if I'm talking to fast it just means you're listening to slow
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And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch
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Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja
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You just made me mess up, Bitch
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Bleeb Blab Blah Blah Blah Blah
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It don't matter, I'm just blabbering
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Like you understand what I'm saying Anyway
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I'm just traveling In one ear and I'm out the other
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You're so fuckin drunk all you hear is the Beat da beat
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I could be sayin anything Get ya ass on the floor
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Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
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Baby and shake that ass like a whore
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[Chorus]
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Yeah i'm talkin to you BITCH (get up and dance bitch)
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Wiggle that ass BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i called you a bitch)
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What you going to do about it BITCH?
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Sit there and cry like a little BITCH? BITCH.
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Get up and dance BITCH (wiggle that ass bitch)
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You little trash BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i called you a trash bitch)
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Not trailer trash SWITCH
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Take the person you with and exchange partners
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[Verse 2: Kuniva]
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Tell me that it aint no hangin, and fuck callin home
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Untill you look at me before you answer the phone
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When i flee, your ass can get as naked and be as free
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As you wanna be freak
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But i'm takin the key with me.
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You aint gonna get shit, so dont even ask
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Disrespect my wishes, i'll beat your ass
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Watch me comin home floor eatin half of your doggy bag
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And i leave laughin, while you callin me on the rag
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I'm the type that might cut off the lights when i hit
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And before she cut them on, Kuniva already SWITCHED
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Your ass aint even ridin with Swift unless your goin
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When i'm done, i throw you out and ask you where you goin
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[Verse 3: Bizarre]
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Hoe aint the only thing you call a girl
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Slut, Tramp, (oh, how you doin sir?)
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Ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate
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I said fuck the Ho's, started eatin cheese cake
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Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes
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Damn that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy)
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Ok, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
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Give me stitches. a fuckin half indian chick, suck my dick
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This time tommorow, i wont remember shit
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Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
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And they aint now and laters bitch.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 4: Kuniva, Kon Artis, Dina Rae]
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Hey baby whats up with you
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Aiiyo your man here with you?
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Nah, you single, i can tell(you came with them hoes didnt you)
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No you need friends girl, excuse him mr lick it
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(aiiyo lets get this party crackin these bitches aint got bitches)
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Now you know he didnt mean that (come on you seen that)
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(she all whinin and shit, get this bitch a kleenex)
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(what did he say?)
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Nothin, he said you seem stressed
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(naw, you got a big butt)
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And you wearin your nice dress(cuz i was gonna say)
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(you wasn't gonna say shit)
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(excuse me?)
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He said Michael Jackson jus got another face lift
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(dumb hoe)
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(oh, nigga!)
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No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
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(bitch, what up though jus fuck for a buck, do somethin strange for change, maybe holla for a dolla, jus hop in the range)
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(fuck both yall niggas)
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See i was tryin to be polite, stank ass trick (oh someone jackin off tonight)
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[Verse 5: Proof]
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Why you a bitch but dont choke
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I say the same to my momma
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I got Christina, Brittany with me, shit
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We bangin Madonna
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Watch her strip you on that 10 bitch aint got change for a dollar
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Blow your tounge and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
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Quick out is the motto and jus swallow breathe, swallow breathe, now swallow these e's
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I know you moca lotti mommys wont get down on your knees
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You wont some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
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Hit the telly fuck her belly you aint gotta go weak
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Plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep
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