Daz Dillinger – Sorry Bitch (feat. Snoop Dogg & Kurupt)

I ain’t no hoe
[Hook: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry bitch
We the crack niggas that you should be fuckin’ with
I’m mistaking you girlies and who you lookin’ for
And not a trick, a thug bitch and gucci hoe
Oh you really know, girl you really know
It’s you booty though, it’s my duty though
One thing that a nigga can’t stand though
[?] boyfriend, a nigga or your man though
I’m just too [?] for the pussy and the money
You could get [?] you ever could fuck me
When it comes to mine you get nadadada
Should do it for the dollar , sometimes I make you holla
[Hook: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
You really wanna shine with a nigga, high sign with a nigga
Snapchat or either facetime with a nigga
[?]
Thought that I was in love with you what makes you [?]? [Intro]
Woman: Sorry ass niggas
Guy A: Ayy [?] gentleman and let these ladies eat first
Guy B: Yeah you act like you had no BBQ before. [Outro: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry! No roses no wine, four hoes on my side
Bitch I show you no signs
Lying to the fact that I’m a motherfucking pimp and I belong to the [?]
Ain’t no need to lie, shit we pimp or die
They call me [?] I’m from anoher whole tribe
No worries, I’m in a hurry
Let me say it to you like this punk bitch: I’m sorry
[Hook: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Yo, all I wanna do is the make the whole crowd bounce ya (bounce ya!)
Bitch and your punky-ass [?] bouncin’ on my balls
Crenshaw to Martin Luther King [?]
[?]
Look bitch, shut the fuck up and cook bitch
A nigga hungry, punk bitch, bunk bitch
What the fuck you want bitch, besides dick
You ain’t gettin’ no cake ain’t nothin’ new
Besides [?] hoes gotta eat too
Shut the fuck up bitch, eat a dick bitch
Eat the [?] bitch, now listen
I’m sorry if it just didn’t work
You fuck too with the homies and I was first
But I damn sure ain’t the last
Just don’t get no one [?] stuck in your ass
I’m sorry bitch! Let the ladies
Eat. Hoes gotta eat too
Woman: Wait a minute nigga who you callin’ a hoe?

Tiron & Ayomari – It’s A Trip

Who got the trees that I need? [AYOMARI]
Sun came out this morning, not a care in the air today
BBQ cueing by the food, food
Couple cute girls on the way
Told her bring some friends wit em
Fucked around, blew a speaker but it’s okay
Too hot for some pants, denim
Know they gon pull up in them shorts totally (oralé)
Beep beep
Who got the keys to my weed? Need some more fees for homies
Me amore gone for the weekend
Jodeci freek n you
Summer time sipping, got drank for you
No ring, but do got a thang for you
Kinda feen for you
Tipsy and turning up
I can’t get enough
[CHORUS]
This goes out to the head nod that you get when the bass boomin’
Got 10’s, 12’s even got 20’s for the sub, get ya movin
She don’t wanna hear what you got playing in your whip
When you pull up she get mad
Thats too bad
It’s a trip
And I
I know its getting late but you can’t keep blowing up the phone like this
I know it’s getting late but you can’t keep blowing up the phone like this
[TIRON]
More than my woman, she’s sort of my muse
It’s more than her aura, she’s sort of my fuse
It’s more than her booty and boobs, body is beautiful tho
More than her hair, makeup and shoes making me move
She’s more than rare
Regulars cool, poppin is cute
Not in her league
Goddess is key
She ain’t common but listen to Common
In between prima donna and the King of Diamonds
Namasté, namastā
I’m addicted
Imma never get tired, I’m addicted
Like, 3-6-5 I’m addicted
If it don’t hit then it ain’t shit
It it ain’t this, then it won’t work
If it don’t hurt (ow!)
So if she’s a 10 then she can hop in my whip
And if she bringing a friend, then ima ask if she thick
And we gon party till sun up, she down for all the above
She’ll hit you when she done
Cause the girl just wanna have fun
The girl just wanna have fun (uh)
[CHORUS]
This goes out to the head nod that you get when the bass boomin’
Got 10’s, 12’s even got 20’s for the sub, get ya movin
She don’t wanna hear what you got playing in your whip
When you pull up she get mad
Thats too bad
It’s a trip
And I
I know its getting late but you can’t keep blowing up the phone like this
I know it’s getting late but you can’t keep blowing up the phone like this

2 Chainz – Day Party (Hibachi For Lunch Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah, day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter
Don’t be going out by the deep-end if you can’t swim
Ain’t no lifeguard, yeah, I’m a trife God
Yeah, I’m a trench guard, yeah, hit up this park

[Hook]
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, I’m in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter

[Verse]
BBQ, no key cools, no cheap shoes
Good sea food, good beach food
Should teach schools shit been cooped
Could thief jewel, unequal, illegal
I go to Gucci to mingle
Got ’em hot nose like a single
I make a left, hit the blinker
Hublot or the AP, both of ’em cost 80 piece
Mealtime, y’all can barely eat
I’m wired up, I can barely sleep
Told y’all niggas, most y’all niggas, showed y’all niggas
Coach y’all niggas, broke y’all niggas, smoked y’all niggas
Choked y’all niggas, poked y’all women
Had them chickens covered like Tabasco
Bales of weed down the street from the pasture
Got a garage filled up with Caspers
Me and my scale live happily ever after

[Hook]
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, I’m in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter