Bitches
Oh look here we go again
Coppers got a new track talkin bout women
Damn right I ain't through yet
This is only track six we ain't through betch
I been on one, I been on two
There ain't room in here for you and your plus two
Fat ass friends and they're KFC
THC is reason number three
I can tolerate you, behind those nice boobs
And that new bmw
There ain't much there, with that long blonde hair
And your daddy's checks with all them pairs
Of zeroes that been paying for ya
Tuition and that third nose job
Keep a mask on
That shits ready to fall off
Ugh, like Michael Jackson in South Park
That shits straight gnar
Bitch get it off
I ain't gotta be your man now
I ain't gotta know you're plans now
I ain't givin' no hand outs
Bitch
Bitches
Used to puff puff by the ounce
Dream of a pound just so I could drown
In a sea of smoke to forget the hoes
Maybe get a boat and drown them hoes
Stranger tides you are now tuned in
Have you started to question what you're listening
To? Nah, the music's pretty cool
But this copper guy has some crazy issues dude
Fool, i am a little trippy though
Hippity hop down the yellow brick road
Punch Dorothy in her mouth, steal toto
Shit on the wizards front lawn and go
Number 1 on the tin mans hands
While the cowardly lion pisses his pants
They said that cats don't dance
Well Ill make that bitch dance with a 9 in my hand till his bitch ass can't stand