CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Crazy b*tches
Ya
Let's talk about these crazy b*t*hes, man
Crazy b*t*hes
Yeah
Hot as a habanero pepper, that pu**y good, b*t*h, I almost left ya
Give this girl a doctor, any doc, sh*t, Doctor Pepper
Ay, [?] respect, b*t*h you got issues (Uh huh)
I can't get this b*t*h to leave till I pull out a pistol
My fat hoe, all I gotta do is buy her crystals
I'll regret the day I met, I won't miss you (Ha)
Sike, I'm in love with these crazy b*t*hes (Yea)
She tried to slit her wrist, so now this b*t*h got 80 stitches
They came all sweet enough again but we know they vicious
We argue every night, up at the kitchen throwing dishes
Kato, call the cops, we fighting in this nail shop (Yea)
She on some stalking sh*t, she popping out my mail box
She going through a n***as phone every 5 minutes
I caught her creeping in my trunk, tryna hide in it (Ha)
Damn baby, can a n***a breathe?
This b*t*h was standing over me with a kitchen knife when I was asleep (What the f**k)
She paranoid, thinking I f**ked one of her friends
She giving n***a head, now I'm in love with her again
Yes, I'm the idiot
This b*t*h gon' probably take my life away
She can't cook, she just learnt how to use the microwave!
Knew she was crazy from the start, I should of read it
The first time we f**ked she said, "Babe, I think I'm pregnant" (What?)
Damn this b*t*h a headache, I'm in love with that black hoe
Head doctor she swallowed all of my tad poles
I still love you even though you act mad slow
I ain't perfect, I know I can be an as*h**e
But you pistachio, I think I better let her know
b*t*h you loco, I can't f**k with you, I gotta go
I got a jones for these crazy b*t*hes
I probably end up having babies wit' ya
Know I should leave, but I'm staying wit' ya
I got a thing for these crazy b*t*hes
I said, "Man, these b*t*hes cra" (These b*t*hes cra)
On my ma, this b*t*hes cra (These b*t*hes cra)
I ain't playing, these b*t*hes cra (These b*t*hes cra)
Uh, Lord, these b*t*hes cra
Let's talk about these crazy b*t*hes, man
Crazy b*t*hes
Yeah
Hot as a habanero pepper, that pu**y good, b*t*h, I almost left ya
Give this girl a doctor, any doc, sh*t, Doctor Pepper
Ay, [?] respect, b*t*h you got issues (Uh huh)
I can't get this b*t*h to leave till I pull out a pistol
My fat hoe, all I gotta do is buy her crystals
I'll regret the day I met, I won't miss you (Ha)
Sike, I'm in love with these crazy b*t*hes (Yea)
She tried to slit her wrist, so now this b*t*h got 80 stitches
They came all sweet enough again but we know they vicious
We argue every night, up at the kitchen throwing dishes
Kato, call the cops, we fighting in this nail shop (Yea)
She on some stalking sh*t, she popping out my mail box
She going through a n***as phone every 5 minutes
I caught her creeping in my trunk, tryna hide in it (Ha)
Damn baby, can a n***a breathe?
This b*t*h was standing over me with a kitchen knife when I was asleep (What the f**k)
She paranoid, thinking I f**ked one of her friends
She giving n***a head, now I'm in love with her again
Yes, I'm the idiot
This b*t*h gon' probably take my life away
She can't cook, she just learnt how to use the microwave!
Knew she was crazy from the start, I should of read it
The first time we f**ked she said, "Babe, I think I'm pregnant" (What?)
Damn this b*t*h a headache, I'm in love with that black hoe
Head doctor she swallowed all of my tad poles
I still love you even though you act mad slow
I ain't perfect, I know I can be an as*h**e
But you pistachio, I think I better let her know
b*t*h you loco, I can't f**k with you, I gotta go
I got a jones for these crazy b*t*hes
I probably end up having babies wit' ya
Know I should leave, but I'm staying wit' ya
I got a thing for these crazy b*t*hes
I said, "Man, these b*t*hes cra" (These b*t*hes cra)
On my ma, this b*t*hes cra (These b*t*hes cra)
I ain't playing, these b*t*hes cra (These b*t*hes cra)
Uh, Lord, these b*t*hes cra
