Scarface

Scarface - 'B' Word lyrics

rate me

Let's do it!

They sayin 'Face you need to slow down dude

You refer to hoes as bitches and that ain't cool

I tell 'em look out fool, I ain't Al Sharpton

My name Brad Jordan, I don't beg pardons

Don't get me wrong I got respect for black ladies

But black hoes and ladies, ain't the same baby

And lately, I've been checkin out new prospects

And you can catch me in the projects

Huntin fo' that Next Top Model

Cute with a shape like a coke bottle, suck a dick and won't swallow

Yeah, yet that's degradin her still

To ladies, if you ain't fuckin her the next nigga will

Instead of trippin on who callin a bitch

You maybe need to focus on who fuckin his chick

If you a weak nut, we bop, never hit a G spot

Nuttin too quick and scared to play with the clit

Pullin her hair while you callin her bitch

Shit you missin the point, you need to ask what she want

(Want me to stick my finger in your booty) {OKAY~! }

You can't turn a hoe into a housewife

I don't give a fuck what she look like

She can have an ass like Buffy

And a face like Janet, head so good you can't stand it

But you still can't manage

To keep her off of them streets, cause she's skanless

Fuckin every nigga with a bankroll

How you fall in love with a stank hoe

Now you're blowin up her cell phone and she won't answer

Trippin for a dude like a dancer

And that's sick like cancer

Man this bitch is trash and he's at her

Dawg you dealin with a fucked up babe

With fucked up ways, it's fucked up but hey!

A new day, and niggaz gotta listen

And if she got some dudes that she hang with

You better watch that bitch cause she dangerous

A lady got a man at the house

A bitch got her best friend man in her mouth

And she don't give a fuck about a ring

The kid, the 15 years this brings

She'll fuck you in your house in the bed you're about

Leave the sheets full of drip stains, wash her pussy off

Then bounce, now you at home with a soft dick

Feelin bad, try to shake this bitch

But you scared of the outcome, she might tell

Or get drunk, feel guilty, come by and try to sell it

To your wife like it's yo' fault, duck at all costs

And if that ain't a bitch, what's a bitch, I'm lost

A hoe will jump dick to dick to get paid

But a bitch fucks yo' shit up so just wait

Cain't nobody else prosper, she live for the gossip

Hates to see the next bitch happy so she knocks her

She hates yo' man and hates yo' friends

But a bitch is a bitch is a bitch in the end

(I know you you ain't call me no bitch)

(Talkin about a ring and a dick in the mouth)

(You just a bitch-ass nigga)

(Fuck me not your wife bitch!)

(I don't have a beef motherfucker)

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