down for my n’s lyrics – c-murder

(feat. mia x, ms. peaches & traci)

(c-murder talking)
f*ck them b*tches
ladies, i ain’t forget about y’all
i’m down for my b*tches too you heard me
tru records respect us
i’d die for my b*tches, f*ck them other b*tches

[chorus – 2x]
f*ck them other b*tches
f*ck them ragged *ss hoes
f*ck them other b*tches
f*ck them trifling *ss hoes
f*ck them other b*tches
f*ck them dirty *ss hoes
ole’ nasty *ss hoes
ole’ stank *ss hoes

[ms. peaches]
man f*ck them b*tches, you think i’m worried bout them hoes
all that mugging and bugging b*tch i ain’t bout no trouble
now you done let your girls buck you up with all that yapping
b*tch i’m bout action if you ain’t know who i am i don’t give a f*ck
you got it on your mind well b*tch it’s on my mind too
whatever, whenever sh*t i’ma bring that f*cking noise to you
you and your click hollin’ i’m bout this and bout that
well me and my girls b*tch 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*ck with me
i got a click of gangsta b*tches 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*ck 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*tch feel me

[chorus – 2x]

back up off me b*tch, my time recognize
get up off me trick ‘fore i expose your insides
f*ck you b*tch, 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*tch 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 n*gg*
think you need to step back so you could see a clearer picture
and girl, we here to let these b*tches know (what trac’)
girl f*ck what you going and f*ck what you stand fo’

[chorus – 2x]

[mia x]
f*ck them other b*tches looking hard in the club
trying to b*mp 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*tch
y’all hoes can pick if you want, but i’m not that b*tch
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*ckers
run up like we soft cause we pretty as mountains
you b*tch you, we fin to remmy red bottles to hit you
you b*tch you, and it ain’t over till the paramedics come and get you
high beamed up on stretchers you and your b*tch crew
we gone ride, we gone walk
better know where you walk cause uh, we go fo’
my b*tches don’t start but they do wild out
we knock the gums out your mouth before we even get it out, f*ck em

[chorus – 2x]

[chorus 2]
f*ck them other b*tches
cause i’m down for my b*tches
f*ck them other b*tches
i bust rounds for my b*tches
f*ck them other b*tches
i’m gone clown for my b*tches
f*ck them other b*tches
it’s all about my b*tches

[chorus 3]
f*ck them other b*tches
cause i rides for my b*tches
f*ck them other b*tches
i just tore up your tire with my b*tches

[chorus 4]
f*ck them other b*tches
i gets money jump slides with my b*tches
f*ck them other b*tches
it’s all about my b*tches

/ c murder lyrics