Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitch, artist - Ali.
Date of issue: 28.03.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bitch |
Now is you bout it or just talking if so then you’se a bitch |
Got to get up & make it happen if not then you’se a bitch |
Complaining & whining dirty you sounding like a bitch |
If it look like, talk like it must be a bitch |
I came with Phil niggas with war wounds, true alivers |
I love Destiny but they ain’t got nothin' on this survivin' |
f**k Christmas, f**k wishin' |
Listen roaches just missin' |
Hatin' school cause they dissin' |
Sleeping in the kitchen |
You need at least one parent on drugs to fill half our struggle |
This ain’t pain it’s muscle |
Stand up, Mase ain’t a hustle |
Lil' nigga I was gettin' wet |
Young threat |
Too much of a cat |
For a McDonald headset |
Mama havin' breakdowns, Keisha got cancer |
Poor, no insurance, I’m thinking crime is the answer |
I guess Dancer, Donald & Prancer & the Blizzard |
Don’t visit the place where life ain’t so exquisite |
Is it hardly working cause it ain’t working hard |
We hardly had a car |
Now I got a car & a harley |
Reflecting on this smoking, (Singing: I shot the Sheriff) bumpin' Bob Marley |
Thinking damn life a bitch but I’m glad I ain’t one |
Stand up on your own don’t live off another nigga |
Don’t be like D-2 Dirty & straight eat off another nigga |
Gonna ahead & do your thing |
Without disrespecting the game |
You a bitch & you know it |
Pull up your skirt & let me show it |
Spoiled brat bum |
Took balls & bats from |
Your type |
Matter of fact you a bitch I took your bike |
Complaining & whining |
I went from the buildings to shining |
Fifty city tours |
Velour |
Minks & blue diamonds |
Twenty-two's on wild bodies |
Errnight a party |
Kickin' it with bitches wit' lil' waists & wide bodies |
I know niggas with no future that still went to college |
Now they lawyers & doctors |
Mixing it in with street knowledge |
Used to polish |
Adias back when rap was only in Hollis |
Stacey Adams & golf clubs your crew I demolish |
Out the Impala |
Sun roof yellin' ain’t nobody hotter |
You a bitch I got to explode you |
Dirty, I got her |