Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitchez Wit Dikz, artist - Jeru The Damaja.
Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bitchez Wit Dikz |
Yes yes |
Check it out right here now, know what i mean? |
Henryville, the muthafuckin bitchez wit dikz |
That’s in the midst |
Of the real brothers whose the true wonders |
Knowhatimsayin? |
Talkin all that shit about this and this and that |
But fakin shit, I’mma drop it like this |
Bad bitches and techs, and sound affects |
Talk but skate like Tara Lipinski, when shit get hec-tic |
Out in Brooklyn, too late you’s a vick |
And if spend major dough on a hoe, you a bitch ass trick |
Pimps and players, no I’m not a hater |
Cuz I smashed it off, she bust me down I ain’t pay her |
Shoutin youse a regulator |
Soft like C3PO, but pop shit like Darth Vader |
For Princess Leia, with flesh hard like Shaggy |
Your booty, when shit get raw you Doo like Scooby |
I’m snatching chains, mics and those platinum groupies |
And let it be known, I eat ya’ll pussies like a porno movie |
Dutches, chins, and hips get twist |
Drop that bitch with a dick, and get a nigga like this |
You never see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
Think they pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
Turn to states evidence (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
When beef come they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
You never see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
Think they pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
When beef come they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
Turn to states evidence (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
You niggas are like East New York waste, spit in your face |
Open your mouth, swallow the taste, listen to the pace |
It’s like showin the love, the same thing as pullin the club |
Spit it out, ya hoes know what this shit is about |
Bitchez wit dicks, and make a nigga mad as shit |
Cough the cough, when singing thru the streets of New York |
Holdin it down, but wavin my banner all around |
Cuz these whole motherfuckers, wanna round are town |
Thinkin they down, but dont know BK grounds |
You never see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
Think they pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
Turn to states evidence (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
When beef come they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
You never see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
Think they pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
When beef come they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
Turn to states evidence (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
The next contestant left to be a secret lethal weapon |
Against half steppin, niggas is fake |
I scope them first impression |
Take the mics possession, with the greatest discretion |
And quick wit, fully equipped, mental lie detection |
Ya eyes cross like an intersection |
You forget to count your blessings, all in the mix |
Sold your soul for it’s weight in gold bricks |
Bitchez wit dikz, with chips like chicks |
Only talk with snares and tits |
In the time of revolution, be the first to submit |
Try to be God, but there mental seem unfit |
Speakin mathematics, but quick to kiss a crucifix |
Won’t admit that their style is rip and counterfeited |
Contradict, sell their men to bang their fit, a moving target |
Thrown into the bottomless pit, bitchez wit dikz |
You never see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
Think they pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
Turn to states evidence (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
When beef come they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
You never see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
Think they pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
When beef come they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |
Turn to states evidence (Bitchez Wit Dikz) |