[Intro: Lil E & Lil Grim]
CL Click in the motherfuckin' house for the 9-6
(Wake up, wake up, nigga, yeah)
Lil' E up in this thang with my nigga Lil' Grim
(Wake up, wake up, yeah)
Finna kick this player type shit to you hoes
(Yeah, nigga, wake up, yeah)
And you weak-ass niggas fallin' weak to these bitches
(Wake up, wake up, yeah)
[Chorus: Lil E & Lil Grim]
Trick lame bitches fallin' short
Pimpin' ain't no traitin', mane, pimpin' is a sport
This shit is big business, baby, so y'all need to quit
And you wonder why we call you bitch (Biatch)
[Verse 1: Lil Grim & Lil E]
Now I'ma break it down about these freaky-ass hoes
Claimin' that they faithful but I know they wanna fuck all my dogs
Play they smart role, but I know you lackin' on some sense
[?] lackin' niggas make your pussy tickle (Ahaha)
Show no love, put the [?] when I hit your [?]
Fuck these bitches, get your riches, they ain't what I'm thinkin' of
Some [?] got much clout, some [?] business thick
But these freaky bitches don't care who [?] (Dirty hoes)
Niggas fall in love, what the fuck in the world is goin' on in?
Grim don't care about you, so leave that damn bitch alone
Goin', bone hoin' gone of your niggas 'cause you put that on yourself
It's about a million niggas that you fuck, [?] (Damn)
HIV [?] out, I hope you tricks are listen to me
If you wanna shake your ass, do it for some money
In the game never let these hoes think you lame
[?] put 'em in a freak of fame
[Chorus: Lil E & Lil Grim]
Trick lame bitches fallin' short
Pimpin' ain't no traitin', mane, pimpin' is a sport
This shit is big business, baby, so y'all need to quit
And you wonder why we call you bitch (Biatch, slut)
[Verse 2: Lil E]
I show no love for these lame-ass tryflin' hoes
'Cause a player been through your game, Cutlass shit, bitch, I know
Under them fake nails, fake hair is freakin' you
Flaugin' to a real one, always talkin' about what you gon' do
But for you hoes that be perpin'; people run they mouth
And they just can't wait to tell their friend they got their dick ate out by selfish clout
If you undercover then you ain't no ho
'Cause I'm puttin' you out the life you supposed to be, you nasty ho
Flaugin' to the game 'cause you sure ain't foolin' me
P-I-P shouts out to my nigga Lil' Guy and my [?] know he never showin' no love for these piss-port, schemin'-ass, chicken head, purse first, ass last, then the middle, [?] head
I ain't gave a fuck, so how you think I will?
Bitch, chill, you fuckin' with a Mack from way back who don't feel
No L-O-V-E for these lyin'-ass hoes, see
If you real then you can feel me, if you phony; back up off me
One time for the players in the CL Click
High off to the sky, and we always down to dogg a bitch
[Chorus: Lil E & Lil Grim]
Trick lame bitches fallin' short
Pimpin' ain't no traitin', mane, pimpin' is a sport
This shit is big business, baby, so y'all need to quit
And you wonder why we call you bitch (Bitch)
[Verse 3: Lil Grim]
Ayy, motherfuckin' freaky bitch talkin' 'all that bullshit, she can suck a nigga dick if a nigga [?]
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you and you, what you wanna do freak bitch? You can't do
Play that fine role in the niggas but every nigga know they fuck
When one nigga showed you love, now he don't wanna touch, ho (I feel ya)
Damn, what you tryna prove? Freaky bitch and freak is you
Heard some niggas [?] damn, them nigga's some damn fool
If you fuck then bust your nut, that's the only thing you need
If the ho tryna act crazy, then put that bitch in this industry
Say she goin', blowin' through and all this shit
So everytime you niggas see her, niggas sey "Hey, bitch"
She can not end safe you, slaw-ass
Every nigga know she fucked all your dogs
Give that bitch a call I bet she gonna fuck right now all y'all
I'm lookin' for a girl in my world, not no dirty bitch
Not go into the bathroom thinkin' "Damn, what my dick just hit?"
So you dirty hoes ain't no lover when it's [?] to you
Niggas, watch who you screw, ho, it might be part two
[Chorus: Lil E & Lil Grim]
Trick lame bitches fallin' short
Pimpin' ain't no traitin', mane, pimpin' is a sport
This shit is big business, baby, so y'all need to quit
And you wonder why we call you bitch
(Biatch)
Trick lame bitches fallin' short
Pimpin' ain't no traitin', mane, pimpin' is a sport
This shit is big business, baby, and y'all need to quit
And you wonder why I call you bitch (Biatch)
[Outro: Lil E & Lil Grim]
Ah, yeah, CL Click up in this motherfucker, one more time
You know we got to talk about you [?]
Don't even try to step to us like no more, you know what I'm sayin'
We already knew it
You don't want none but fuck
I want none but a fuck, unless you got some
You know I'm sayin'
You ain't got shit, don't even holler at me
I'm in this thang with Lil' Grim
You know I'm sayin', Lil' E up in this motherfucker
Shouts out to all my niggas in the CL Click
Lil' Guy, my nigga [?], Terry
[?] shit, [?]
And I'm out this motherfucker
All this type of shit, my nig', HIV, dirty shit, all this type of shit, my nig'
HIV, dirty shit, all this type of shit, my nig'
