Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bitchez Wit Dikz , by - Jeru The Damaja. Release date: 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) |