I'll Be Damned Lyrics

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Song Name : I'll Be Damned
Song Writer(s): Carlisle, Von M, Johnson, Rufus B, Moore, Ondre C, Porter, Denaun
Publisher: DERTY WERKS, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., IDIOTIC BIZ, MCVEY MUSIC, RUNYON AVENUE MUSIC,

Yeah, this is D.J. Seven Deuce, live at
Club Runyan, all girls with burgundy hair get in free
G-Unit in da house, what up baby
Performin' live tonight live on stage, Captain Save-'em-hoe
And the fabulous Case y'all, stick 'em out y'all
All my Detroit players, let's go

I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games
I just came to ***k and maybe get some brain
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned
You know all I really wanna do is ***k
I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

You gave right, yes I love menage-a-trois
And I got drawers as big as guys big wah
I'm a Trick Daddy *****, so ***** how you figure
That I wouldn't turn my *****z on to you when I hit ya
I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk
But choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump
When my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk
And Denaun got a line for every fine ***** I hunt
Not once, twice, but three times the lover
That your man is and I'm a freak undercover

I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother
I got five of them mother***kers tryin' to smother me already
We can't go steady, but you can give me head
Give me that, get the hell out my bed and leave the ****
My chap lips will cut ******s when ****** fed
And on the way, leave the bread with Achman
I'd love for you to stay but I got another date
With a fat chick that eat cake on play skates
She rubbed my funky *** feet and feed me grace
Plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape

I'ma make this one thing clear
Ain't no woman hear gon' ruin my career
All the hell you doin' is pursuin' a dream
That's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems
All these hoes be lyin', ********tin' each other
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber
He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her
I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother
Or my wife and my sisters, so mother***ka mistress
They signin' a contract before these *****es hit this
Never will a woman take me out that way
I keep a RCA camera in there mother***kin' face

What's your name again? It doesn't matter
My name is Bizzy, a bodyguard for Mr. Mathers
Sit down girl, let me get you a drink
I'ma buy you a mink and **** you in the sink
From day one, I knew you was a hoe
I put a rubber on my toe and ***ked you some mo'
Turn around, let me see your nasty ***
Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads

These hoes be on some ********, always tryin' to pull ****
Outta they ***, get mad and put you on blast
Tell 'em *****es how she ***ked you
Sucked you, put it on you, boned you
Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she love you
All on your ****, callin' your phone, spazzin' and ****
Havin' a fit until you feel like callin' it quits

Then she starts callin' your chick
Wantin' to fight, every time you show up at a gig
She front row with her friends, flippin' you off
Follow you to the bar, the bathroom
The parkin' lot, to the car, pissin' you off
Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin' a scrap out
You get locked up for ***ault and now you asked out