Lyrics B.I.T.C.H. (feat. T-Pain) - Tech N9ne, T-Pain

B.I.T.C.H. (feat. T-Pain)

June, 25th!
It’s called, «something else!»
And right now, I’m about to give you banger baby, a full song
It’s called, «B.I.T.C.H.»
It stands for, «breaking into coloured houses»!
And it’s featuring my dwag T-Pain
Let’s go!
Tech N9ne!
Something Else.
Know you ain’t supposed to put on your devil suit
When you come up in the church, young man!
ha ha ha ha!
Now they ain’t about to think you’re a rebel
You’re about to make them think you birthed from flames.
La la la de da da
Wanna be on TV just to show out for me momma
Yeah, but breaking into coloured houses and we
That’s a bitch when you’re sick like this!
Putting all the face paint, I could put on
Put my black jeans and black hood on
That’s your TV I just stood on
With a faded habbit, this brother swerves when I sip vodka
I’m the latest rabbit, in other words I’m my hip-hopper!
You disc joker, never played me, you said my shit stopped you
2001 I mixed opera, now every click’s got this
Sick cock, with lots of rip and they’re about to chips author
Listen to this quick.
big poppa!
Yeah, this for your motherfucker rap «es
My shit is surprising and shocking like Barack votes
The trap’s broke when I rap with tunechi and stacks dough
In three months I’mma be the first rapper to cross over to black votes!
Bridge:
Damn, I’m breaking into coloured houses
Pull the boots and hella dark coloured outfits!
Yeah, I’m breaking into coloured houses
Fellows better put a chasity belt on your spouses!
Hook:
Man, it must suck to be you niggas
Cause it don’t suck to be this rich
If you not fucking with me…
You can suck upon this dick!
Man, I just get it how we get it where I live
Somebody better call 911
I’m breaking in these niggas cribs!
Yeah, we out here working
One thing for sure, two things for certain
I’m for real, that’s how I live
Somebody better call 911
I’m breaking in these niggas cribs!
Since 2001, my people dodged me like the rain go
Now at my shows I see more inwards than Django.
From Missouri like Nelly.
chain hang low
But Kansas city, somewhere over the rainbow!
I’m in your house, baby!
I’m in your living room
Looking down your blouse, lady, and everybody is in tune
So check Nina, sex fiend the threat to his and whom
He got a beautiful woman and give… wanna be big and boom!
Breaking into coloured houses it’s hard, man!
Cause everybody got guards, and they got dogs,
And they got bars, man
But I’m coming through that TV
And all the ghettos gonna see me sipping the K city!
Nigga no techno, no everybody wanna free me!
Bridge:
Damn, I’m breaking into coloured houses
Pull the boots and hella dark coloured outfits!
Yeah, I’m breaking into coloured houses
Fellows better put a chasity belt on your spouses!
Hook:
Man, it must suck to be you niggas
Cause it don’t suck to be this rich
If you not fucking with me…
You can suck upon this dick!
Man, I just get it how we get it where I live
Somebody better call 911
I’m breaking in these niggas cribs!
Yeah, we out here working
One thing for sure, two things for certain
I’m for real, that’s how I live
Somebody better call 911
I’m breaking in these niggas cribs!
My people missing me like Diana Ross
No, this ain’t MNG, but I am a boss
Although I’m wicked, see, I’m fly and I floss,
So why am I lost, like my jam is off.
Yes you’re a day late, better late than never!
I’m a veteran, my cheddar been truly silly
Like Stevie J. Fsce!
Every last one of these evil haters they see me vacate,
To the crib, turn on the television and see my face like, hey wait!
Hook:
Man, it must suck to be you niggas
Cause it don’t suck to be this rich
If you not fucking with me…
You can suck upon this dick!
Man, I just get it how we get it where I live
Somebody better call 911
I’m breaking in these niggas cribs!
Yeah, we out here working
One thing for sure, two things for certain
I’m for real, that’s how I live
Somebody better call 911
I’m breaking in these niggas cribs!
That’s my shit, baby!
I’m about to get real serious on y’all.
And give y’all a piece of your fortune force field.