Bitches Ain't Shit [B-Side Of "Landed" Single 2005] lyrics by Ben Folds

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Bitches Ain't Shit [B-Side Of "Landed" Single 2005] by Ben Foldsالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Bitches Ain't Shit [B-Side Of "Landed" Single 2005] by Ben Folds

Bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit

[Chorus]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
lets get the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a motherfucker with the gangster beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets
Peep, that shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing cause the shit she be doin' ain't shit

Bitches can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass

I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the pro-tung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time

I'm back to the motherfuckin' county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherfuckin' chin checkin'

Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo
I un-cocked my shit,I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed

Man, fuck that bitch!

[Chorus]

Bitches can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass

[Repeat: x4]
Bitches can't hang with the streets

Writer : BROADUS, CALVIN / BROWN, RICARDO / ARNAUD, DELMER DREW / CURRY, TRACY / YOUNG, ANDRE
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group