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Cadillac Don & J-Money
Fuck Dat Bitch Lyrics
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Fuck Dat Bitch Lyrics by Cadillac Don & J-Money
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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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus]
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