Bitch!es always be all, giggling and shit.
But they get mad when there favorite song don't come on in the club.
Catch an attitude and shit
We got one for them. Goes like this
We wrote a song for the hoes
You like to hear? here it goes
A little something you probably won't hear on the radio
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking to fast it just means you're listening to slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch!
D D D D Don Di J Do Ja
You just made me mess up, Bitch!
Bleeb Blab bli bli blah bli bli
It don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying anyway
I'm just traveling In one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fucking drunk all you hear is the beat the-da beat
I could be saying anything, just get ya ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore
Yeah I'm talkin to you Bitch!! (get up and dance Bitch!)
Wiggle that ass Bitch!! (yeah that's it. yeah I called you a Bitch!)
What you going to do about it Bitch!?
Sit there and cry like a little Bitch!? Bitch!.
Get up and dance Bitch! (wiggle that ass Bitch!)
You little trash Bitch! (yeah that's it. yeah I called you a trash Bitch!)
Not trailer trash switch!
Take the person you with and exchange partners
Tell me that it ain't no hanging, and fuck calling home
Until you look at me before you answer the phone
When I flee, your ass can get as naked and be as free
As you wanna be freak
But I'm taking the key with me.
You ain't gonna get shit, so don't even ask
Disrespect my wishes, I'll beat your ass
Watch me coming home floor eating half of your doggy bag
And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit
And before she cut them on, Kuniva already switched!
Your ass ain't even riding with Swift unless your going
When I'm done, I throw you out and ask you where you going
Hoe ain't the only thing you call a girl
Slut, Tramp, (oh, how you doing sir?)
Ever since I was 8, I been starting to hate
I said fuck the Ho's, started eating cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberry's and grapes
Damn that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy)
Ok, back to the Bitch!es, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches. a fucking half Indian chick, suck my dick
This time tomorrow, I won't remember shit
Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
And they ain't now and laters Bitch!.
[Kuniva, Kon Artis, Dina Rae]
Hey baby what's up with you
Hey yo your man here with you?
Nah, you single, I can tell (you came with them hoes didn't you)
No you need friends girl, excuse him
Mr. Lick It (Hey yo lets get this party cracking these Bitch!es ain't got Bitch!es)
Now you know he didn't mean that (come on you seen that)
(she all whining and shit, get this Bitch! a Kleenex)
(what did he say?)
Nothing, he said you seem stressed
(no, you got a big butt)
And you wearing your nice dress(cause I was gonna say)
(you wasn't gonna say shit)
He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift
No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
(Bitch!, what up though just fuck for a buck,
Do something strange for change, maybe holla for a dollar, just hop in the range)
(fuck both y'all niggas)
See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick (oh someone jackin off tonight)
[Verse 5: Proof]
Why you a Bitch! but don't choke
I say the same to my momma
I got Christina, Brittany with me, shit
We banging Madonna
Watch her strip you on that 10 Bitch! ain't got change for a dollar
Blow your tongue and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
Quick out is the motto and just swallow breathe, swallow breathe, now swallow these e's
I know you moca lotti mommy's won't get down on your knees
You won't some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
Hit the telly fuck her belly you ain't gotta go weak
Plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp Bitch! don't be shy, show me them big tits
Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick
For instance, busting nuts is only my interest
So princess, don't get your feelings hurt 'cause men just
Partying bullshit till she gargle and swallow my dick
I'm taking the train to Spain, don't bother calling Bitch!
Yeah, you heard me Bitch!.
Did I studder stupid?
You ain't listening to the words of this song anyways
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumb ass (Bitch!)
Dancing, trying to get a nigga money in the club
With your stupid manuper self
I was talking bout you Do-do
You, you dumb Bitch!
The one that want a drink but don't want to pay for it
Spend all the money you make all week on that dress
And I spill a drink on it, acting like I'm drunk when I'm not
I'm just trying to fuck!
I'm just trying to fuck bitch!!
Lyrics submitted by Dustin
"Bitch" as written by Linton Kwesi Johnson
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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