Testo Bitch - Suga Free
Testo della canzone Bitch (Suga Free), tratta dall'album Why U Still Bullshittin? The Best of Suga Free
I've got the looks, and you've got the game
I work my hips, and you've got the brains
Catch me rollin' that kill, smokin' that kill
When I grip the steel, baby, I'mma Kill Bill
When I act like a trick, then I'll do you like a trick
Just shut your mouth, boy, you're making me sick
Let's make a motion picture, baby, cuz we're stars for this
Let Suga Free do it, I'll keep the pimpin', charge for this
I'd rather keep my money up, like my chin in my head
And I ain't here to talk, or make friends, unless it's some bread
Cuz I look better than her, I cook better than her
I lie better than her, and I ride better than her
Now that's bomb
Got cramps, irritated by your tampon
Shake 'em, bake 'em, Suga Free, because you're phony and fake
You can't fool me, bitch, get the fuck out my face
You need a friend, bitch, then get a dog
I'm from California, bitch, you get socked in your jaw
What makes you different than the next bitch, nothin'
What can you really do for Suga Free, nothin'
I ain't thinkin' about sex, I'm thinkin' about checks
You think I'm about to let you spend it all, break your neck
I've got the looks, and you've got the game
I work my hips, and you've got the brains
Catch me rollin' that kill, smokin' that kill
When I grip the steel, baby, I'mma Kill Bill
When I act like a trick, then I'll do you like a trick
Just shut your mouth, boy, you're making me sick
I'mma spit these steez, break her down to her knees
I helped put the P in the Pimp, so I gotta stay fly for life
Ask some of the homies, they know me
I need my money bad, and a ho need an EBT card
That bitch thinks she's in charge, change please, bitch
These bitches'll send you to jail, with no bail
But I still like 'em thickalicious in them tight ass britches
I just don't like no SpongeBob bitch, they fake and phony
All up on me, I'mma give you some game
I got from that nigga Tony Lane
Suga Free, Ted Deeezy, and Big Breezy
I've got the looks, and you've got the game
I work my hips, and you've got the brains
Catch me rollin' that kill, smokin' that kill
When I grip the steel, baby, I'mma Kill Bill
When I act like a trick, then I'll do you like a trick
Just shut your mouth, boy, you're making me sick
You can call me a bitch, if you're making me rich
But you better break me off stiff stiff
Is that a cell phone in your pocket, are you happy to see me?
A banana in your pocket, are you happy to see me?
Got these other hoes mad, cuz the chicks wanna be me
Gotta pop a rubber band, every time you see me
You can't get enough, addicted to that funky stuff
Just give me the bucks, and I'll give you that funky stuff
Just give me the bucks, and I'll give you that funky stuff
I've got the looks, and you've got the game
I work my hips, and you've got the brains
Catch me rollin' that kill, smokin' that kill
When I grip the steel, baby, I'mma Kill Bill
When I act like a trick, then I'll do you like a trick
Just shut your mouth, boy, you're making me sick
I've got the looks, and you've got the game
I work my hips, and you've got the brains
Catch me rollin' that kill, smokin' that kill
When I grip the steel, baby, I'mma Kill Bill
When I act like a trick, then I'll do you like a trick
Just shut your mouth, boy, you're making me sick
Credits
Writer(s): Todd Anthony Shaw, Jonathan H. Smith, Stephanie C. Martin, Sammie D. Norris
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