I'm not talking about the queens
But (What?) the bitches
Not the sisters
But (What?) the bitches
Not the young ladies
But (What?) the bitches
(Bitch!)

Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt
You can tell who's who by the things they want
Most chicks want minks
Diamonds
A Benz
Spend up all your ends
Probably fuck your friends
High-post attitudes
Real rude with fat asses
Think that the pussy is made out of gold
Try to control you by sliding up and down on the wood
They be giving up sex for goods
Dealing with bitches is the same old song
They only want you until someone richer comes along
Don't get me wrong, strong black women
I know who's who
Total respect I'm giving
While queens stand by you and stick around
Bitches suck you dry and push you down
So, it's my duty to address
This vampiress
Giving the black man stress
Recognize what's real and not material
Or burn in hell
Chasing Polo and Guess
Dumb bitches

My man had a chick and thought she was finger-licking
I knew her style that's why I'm vegetarian
I told him she was out to get what she could get
He didn't believe me
So she bagged him up in the end
Made the pussy do tricks
Then she sucked his dick
He got caught up in the grip
Now, he's paying the rent
Black widow
She even killed dead presidents
That he'd owe
Shouldn't have got one red cent
I body slam her
But I'm not a misogynist
When I see a brother getting nabbed it makes me pissed
Cosmetic enchantress
Scandalous temptress
The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimpstress
Bitches come my way
I make them hop
'Cause I'm hip to the game
I'm not a slave so I don't get pussy-whipped
Bear in mind
You'll lose them to end material riches
Fucking around with those bitches

Since I've been club-hopping
You've been ho-hopping
You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in
Any nigga with a record could get your butt naked
So your man got a Lex
You live in the projects
Trying to flex but you ain't the smartest
Your ass ain't the fattest
Fuck around
Play yourself and get dissed
I know your status
You can't touch my status
Deep down you want this
Dying to be famous
But you can't attain this
Popping that coochie for Gucci
Bitches like you ain't shit to me
And don't talk about R-E-S-P-E-C-T
'Cause I treat my black sisters like royalty
Now go in peace
Don't make me get raw and treat you like the harlot that you are
Filthy bitches


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