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Down 4 my bitches Lyrics

Down 4 my bitches by C-Murder  

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Down 4 my bitches [C-Murder: talking]
f**k them b**ches
Ladies, I ain't forget about y'all
I'm down for my b**ches too you heard me
TRU Records respect us
I'd die for my b**ches, f**k them other b**ches

[Chorus x2]
f**k them other b**ches
f**k them ragged ass hoes
f**k them other b**ches
f**k them trifling ass hoes
f**k them other b**ches
f**k them dirty ass hoes
Ole' nasty ass hoes
Ole' stank ass hoes

[Ms. Peaches]
Man f**k them b**ches, you think I'm worried bout them hoes
All that mugging and bugging b**ch I ain't bout no trouble
Now you done let your girls buck you up with all that yapping
b**ch I'm bout action if you ain't know who I am I don't give a f**k
You got it on your mind well b**ch it's on my mind too
Whatever, whenever sh*t I'ma bring that f**king noise to you
You and your click hollin' I'm bout this and bout that
Well me and my girls b**ch we gone show fa sho' we doubt that
Them hoes mad cause I'm down with TRU Records riding Excursions
DVD's on chrome interior leather but I bet you
Them hoes don't, want to f**k with me
I got a click of gangsta b**ches that'll bust for me
If you ain't heard this and that I tell a hoe to her face
Don't give a f**k what you got on you from that blade to that mace
Cause if a hoe gone shake man that hoe better kill me
Cause if I'm still breathing I'ma make sure that b**ch feel me

[Chorus x2]
Back up off me b**ch, my time recognize
Get up off me trick 'fore I expose your insides
f**k you b**ch, remix, we can take it outside
So these hoes can see, how real chicks ride
Where they at, there they go, can't stand no fake hoe
No stank hoe, no think she could when she can't hoe
Confronting me with that bullsh*t, liquor flow hoe
You slow, make me bugged and sh*t, but not no more
How many hoes wanna go, against this chick right here
Caps still and throwing this here with g-nice I'm right here
You bout to sneeze ooh, look b**ch I'm right here
Go ahead and talk that sh*t I'ma still be right here
So how you think you posted up in your face, with your nigga
Think you need to step back so you could see a clearer picture
And girl, we here to let these b**ches know (what Trac')
Girl f**k what you going and f**k what you stand fo'

[Chorus x2]

[Mia X]
f**k them other b**ches looking hard in the club
Trying to bump cause they hating thinking to jump in the club
Trying to stunt in the club like y'all bout that sh*t
We spraying mace dead in your face straight run you out that b**ch
Y'all hoes can pick if you want, but I'm not that b**ch
What, headline gone read Mama popped that thug
And about my click, we so thick and we stay so fly
I guess that's why you chickenheads can bust a evil eye
Well please don't try, let the alcohol or the song bust you
Straight razor cut you bunch of messy ugly motherf**kers
Run up like we soft cause we pretty as mountains
You b**ch you, we fin to remmy red bottles to hit you
You b**ch you, and it ain't over till the paramedics come and get you
High beamed up on stretchers you and your b**ch crew
We gone ride, we gone walk
Better know where you walk cause uh, we go fo'
My b**ches don't start but they do wild out
We knock the gums out your mouth before we even get it out, f**k em

[Chorus x2]

[Chorus 2]
f**k them other b**ches
Cause I'm down for my b**ches
f**k them other b**ches
I bust rounds for my b**ches
f**k them other b**ches
I'm gone clown for my b**ches
f**k them other b**ches
It's all about my b**ches

[Chorus 3]
f**k them other b**ches
Cause I rides for my b**ches
f**k them other b**ches
I just tore up your tire with my b**ches

[Chorus 4]
f**k them other b**ches
I gets money jump slides with my b**ches
f**k them other b**ches
It's all about my b**ches

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