Bitches Ain't Shit - Ben Folds Five
B_tches ain't sh_t, b_tches ain't sh_t
B_tches ain't sh_t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and s_ck the d_ck
Lets get the f_ck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
I used to know a b_tch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f_ck the hoes at night
Tighter than a mutharf_ckin' gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthaf_ckin' Compton streets
Peep that sh_t, got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my muthaf_ckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a f_ck where the b_tch was at
But she was hangin' with a white b_tch doin' the sh_t she do
S_ckin' on his d_ck just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothin'
Now she's suing cuz the sh_t she be doin' ain't sh_t
B_tches can't hang with the streets
She found herself short
Now she's takin' me to court
That's some real conversation for your ass
I once had a b_tch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The p_ssy was the bomb, had a n_gga on sprung
I was in love like a muthaf_cka lickin' the protung
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 n_ggas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back in the muthaf_ckin' county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My n_gga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got the news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
Now I already gotta do
Some muthaf_ckin chin checkin
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the door, I look on the floor
It's my little cousin Daz and he's f_ckin' my hoe
I uncocked my sh_t...
I'm heart-broke but I'm still locked
Man, f_ck that b_tch!
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B_tches ain't sh_t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and s_ck the d_ck
Gets the f_ck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
I used to know a b_tch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f_ck the hoes at night
Tighter than a mutharf_ckin' gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthaf_ckin' Compton streets
Peep that sh_t got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my muthaf_ckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a f_ck where the b_tch was at
But she was hangin' with a white b_tch doin' the sh_t she do
S_ckin' on his d_ck just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothin'
Now she's suing cuz the sh_t she be doin' ain't sh_t
B_tches can't hang with the streets
She found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
That's some real conversation for your ass
B_tches can't hang with the streets
B_tches can't hang with the streets
B_tches can't hang with the streets
B_tches can't hang with the streets
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