Lyrics Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Damn b#tch

Damn b#tch Lyrics – Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Singer: Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Title: Damn b#tch

It’s Blaze with the Dayton Family!
Mike Clark on the drums, oh my god!
Damn b#tch!
Damn b#tch!

Damn, oh my god!
She bent over and I dropped my iPod
She likes dudes that be rockin’ eye sod
I don’t, but she likes my rod

‘Sup Miss Thang, my sweet sugar cane
#ss so fat that it’s swallowing your G-string
Go ahead, and work it like a Shake Weight
Take it [?] base to the face

Damn b#tch! (You look good!)
Tell me why you up in my hood! (You [?])
Damn b#tch! (It’s all good!)
I wanna take your #ss home if I could! (And undress you!)

See you at the red light, turn my f#cking head like (Ooh, damn that’s nice)
See your t#tt#es shake right, do a double take like (Ooh, damn that’s right!)
I’m lookin’ in your eyes and I can tell you wanna (f#ck)
On the first day and it wouldn’t make you a (sl#t)

Life is what you make it, so let’s make each other (Nut, nut)
Lay back in the cut, hit this weed and open up
Stop playin’! b#tches Backstabba off Dayton
Got a hotel room with 20 juggalettes, wait

She got an #ss like a beauty queen, face from a magazine
I wanna hit that p#ss# from the back and smear Maybelline
Yo, what’s up Cover Girl? You know my ninjas wanna play
Suck the clique, enough to get an autograph from Violent J

Me and Blaze, it’s so amazin’ how you keep your balance
Bouncin’ naked on trampolines, you so acrobatic
She told me to f#ck her once and let my ninja have it
Juggalos already know to take one hit and pass it

Ask Twiztid and Boondox about the way we f#ck ’em
When you’re raised in the Hatchet House, f#ck it it’s nothin’!
Damn b#tch! (You look good!)
Tell me why you up in my hood! (You [?])

Damn b#tch! (It’s all good!)
I wanna take your #ss home if I could! (And undress you!)
See you at the red light, turn my f#cking head like (Ooh, damn that’s nice)
See your t#tt#es shake right, do a double take like (Ooh, damn that’s right!)

Damn, big-booty b#tch, that #ss is so juicy
It got me lookin’ thin, like I was Brucie
You walked by me, I was on you like Beyonce
You know I’m known for dickin’ b#tches like I’m Dr. Dre

So, when you shakin’ what you got, b#tch
I’m chasin’ b#tches through the woods like a f#ckin’ cheetah
I want that p#ss#, I can smell it like some f#ckin’ ham
And what you showed me what you had, I was like “Damn!”

Damn b#tch! (You look good!)
Tell me why you up in my hood! (You [?])
Damn b#tch! (It’s all good!)
I wanna take your #ss home if I could! (And undress you!)

See you at the red light, turn my f#cking head like (Ooh, damn that’s nice)
See your t#tt#es shake right, do a double take like (Ooh, damn that’s right!)
Damn b#tch! (You look good!)
Tell me why you up in my hood! (You [?])

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