Lyrics Ben Folds – b#tches Ain’t Shit

b#tches Ain’t Shit Lyrics – Ben Folds

Singer: Ben Folds
Title: b#tches Ain’t Shit

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 suck the dick
Let’s 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 muthaf#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
Suckin’ on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothin’

And 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 real conversation for your #ss
I once had a b#tch named Mandy May
I used to be up in them guts like everyday
The p#ss# was the bomb, had a n#gg# on sprung

I was in love like a muthaf#cka, lickin’ the protung
The homies used to tell me that she was no good
But I’m the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure, n#gg#s 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 gets released on a hot sunny day

My n#gg#, D.O.C. and my homey, Dr Dre
Scooped in a Coupe, Snoop, we got the news
Your girl was trickin’ while you’s 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 and 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 heartbroke but I’m still looked
Man, f#ck that b#tch, 3, 4

b#tches ain’t sh#t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
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 muthaf#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
Suckin’ on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothin’
But 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 #ss

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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