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Too Hort Cocktails

't quit Mother fuck you damn shithead bitch My diamonds and the Lex say it's time to flow Wonder how I got rich, they say I rhyme too slow, so I'm from

duckets I'm buying beatin' disease You tellim' me what you want bitch You givin' up the funk but you gotta pay a lump To this nigga name Peewee From the R

How freaky can you get to a long fat dick Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X Run up in the pussy

club Here I come, I comin' with my gun I'm shootin' in the head police now what I tell you life is too short for it to be like that We gotta be leaders

Yeah, you know, we in the house This the last motherfuckin' song we gon' do on this album, ya'll, so ah Ain't no need in wasting the beat, shit funky

clean ass Benz I have all the props Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser And a Too $hort

hoe Just a Beyotch (Too Short) Say mother fuck you damn shithead beyatch!! Mmm Mmm Mmmmmm (Too Short) Mother fucking shit god damn asshole Nuthin but a pimp (Too

want Cause this true blue mack won't even front". I fucked her with my finger, she tried to cum Pussy so tight, it wouldn't give me none I'm Too $hort

-Yeah, you know -We in the house -This the last motherfuckin song we gone do on this album ya'll -Ain't no need in wasting the beat, shit funky than