Da Bichez Lyrics

Da Bichez lyrics

(Unclear words are in curly braces.)

[REFRAIN:]
I'm not talking about
the queens
But  the bitches
Not the sisters  the
bitches
Not the young ladies  the bitches
The bitches the
bitches


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
Prob'bly 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 slidin' up and down on the
wood
They be givin' up sex for goods

Dealin' with bitches is the same
old song
They only want you 'til someone richer comes along

Don't get
me wrong, strong black women
I know who's who so due respect I'm
givin'

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
Givin'
the black man stress
Recognize what's real and not material
Or burn in
hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches

[REFRAIN]

My man had a
chick an' thought she was finger-lickin'
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 payin' 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 gettin' 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 'em
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 em' to end material riches
Fuckin'
around with those bitches.

[REFRAIN]

Since I've been
club-hoppin'
You've been ho-hoppin'
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'[is]
You live in the projects
Tryin' a
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
Dyin' a be famous but you can't attain
this

Poppin' 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