Cadillac Don & J-Money - Fuck Dat Bitch lyrics

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[Cadillac Don:]

This For All The Ignorant Wanches Or Silly Baby Mamas And All These Bitches Walking Around In The Club Holding Each Others Hands Bitch Ya Mack Blockin Lemme Get To The Bench

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Man Fuck Dat Bitch

Fuck, Fuck Dat Bitch

I Dont Love Dat Bitch

I Dont Trust Dat Bitch

U Can Fuck My Bitch Lemme Fuck Yo Bitch

I Dont Love Dat Bitch I Dont Trust Dat Bitch

Man Fuck Dat Bitch

Fuck, Fuck Dat Bitch

Fuck Dat Bitch

Fuck, Fuck Dat Bitch

Man Fuck Dat Bitch

Fuck, Fuck Dat Bitch

I Dont Love Dat Bitch

I Dont Trust Dat Bitch

[Verse 1: J-Money]

Hold Up Baby Ima Tell Ya How I Feel,

U Aint All Dat Yeah Its Time To Keep It Real,

Thought U Was The World We Was Friends Then Lovers

Found Out Later On U Just Like The Others

Smile In Ya Face Tryna Get Me On The Low

Tellin All Ya Friends That Ya Pimpin On Jo

Tryna Pimp A Pimp Bitch Dats A No No

Game Ova Baby Gotta Find Another Hoe

Better Yet Call Up My Nigga Cadillac

Im All In Her Mouth While He Hit From Da Back

Call Big Fruit We Gone Do The Damn Thang

Hit Young Star Now U Know We Gotta Train (Chu-Chu)

No Hard Feelings Give A Fuck About A Bitch

Cuz She'll Be The One Get Ya Caught Up In Some Shit

Dats Why J-Money Aint Trusting Nan Bitch

Mine As Well Gone Let Her Fuck Da Whole Click

Okay

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[Verse 2: Cadillac Don]

(A Man, Yo Who Is It Man, Its Cadillac Don Man, Alright)

Now Cuz U Walk Around The Club With Ya Nose Pointed In The Air

Knowing That Ya Got Fake Eyes, Nails, And Fake Hair

I Hate To See Some Bitches Walking Through The Club Holding Hands

Know Yall Hoes Aint Got No Money Need To Be Tryna Find A Man

Always Got Ya Hands Out Asking Me For A Drink

Ima Buy U 10 And Later On Turn U Into A Freak

I Could Fuck U By Myself But Call My Niggas Also

B/4 Yo Ass So Many Times Gone Think U Was A Top Code

Hit U Slow, Hit U Fast, In Yo Mouth, Make U Gage

Used To Act All That Now We Treatin Yo Ass Like Trash

Do It With No Hands Bitch In And Out All Day

We Pitched In And Bought A Room But Hitting U In Da Hallway

Dats What U Get Bitch For Acting So Cold (So Cold)

We Send U Home Drunk Pussy Hole Swole (Hole Swole)

U Wake Up Like What The Fuck Went On

Check Da Internet U Front Page We Dead Ass Wrong

But Man

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