Boy Shorts by Teairra Mari Lyrics Boy Shorts by Teairra Mari Lyrics Boy Shorts by Teairra Mari Lyrics
gon' brake it down Shorty, Shorty, say would you be mine? Shorty, Shorty would you be mine?, Shorty would you be mine? Shorty, Shorty, say would you be mine? Shorty, yea, Shorty
Shorty, Lookin' Sexy in your jeans there Shorty Got me actin' like a feen there Shorty, So girl won't you come and be my Shorty. (be my Shorty) Watthere Shorty
thought I?d find So if you wonder why I?m standing here I?m a little long on lonely, a little short on pride I?m a little long on lonely, a little short
, dollar, if you'd be a dime, I don't feel the fuck, I want all mine! You short, you short, You short, you short, You short, you short, You short, you short
Short, Short Short Dog, you so cold You'ze a player from coast to coast Short Dog, let 'em know Still spitting that game and macking hoes Short Dog,
be bourgie But you're nothin' but a groupie ridin' on my snoopy Hoochie, tryin' to be bourgie But you're nothin' but a groupie ridin' on my snoopy I'm Short
to the stroll and let the pussy sell 'Cause to a trick, they're just quick nuts But to a grandmother, they're like big sluts And if you're Short Dog,
I'm from Oakland, bitch and you can check my rap I hear fake bitches get slapped Let a bitch get bold with me, I start actin' like Goldy Tell me who's in the house now? Shorty
You think Oakland, California, is a city of punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn
hoe I throw a bitch in the god damn trunk And start slamming that Oakland funk Short Dogg's in the house, once again Trying to fade the platnum, with Shorty
Aight, bitch, funky motherfucking fresh Some of that '93 old school shit, hoe Well, I'm Too $hort baby, hear what I say I never do work but I always
's not how long you talk bruh, it's what you put in it Look out! for shorty the pimp! Yeah He walks with a limp! Cool man Shorty the pimp *echoes*
So you want to be a gangster all that shit Smoke any motherfucker, don't even trip You be hard as hell, take whatever you want Punk suckers wanna front
many daddies take care of them babies? They got to learn to take care of their own Getting girls pregnant and leaving 'em alone Fine little bitches, way too young Met Short
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love to roll my mercedes benz I'm nothing but a player like all my friends So when you call me fake, be for real The call me short dog cause I'm hard
'm the M, the A, the C, the K I write my rhymes everyday Now, all you one-rap rappers, what are you doin'? I got so many raps, so just go right through 'em My name is Short