d 12 - bitch lyrics
(b-tches!)
ooooh
[intro eminem]
cause b-tches all…giggling and sh-t(c’mon b-tch)
but they get mad when their favorite song don’t come on in the club
catch an att-tude and sh-t(c’mon b-tch, c’mon b-tch)
…so we got one for em…it goes like this
[verse – eminem]
we wrote a song for the hoes,
you like to hear it? here it goes.
a little somethin you prolly won’t hear on your radios
but when it comes on in the club it’s one that everyone knows
and if i’m talkin too fast, it just means you’re listenin to slow
and if you listen a little faster, maybe you’ll catch up, b-tch
cause if you don’t d-d-don’t you just made me mess up, b-tch
b-brba-brbra it don’t matter i’m just babblin,
like you’d understand what i’m sayin,
anyway i’m just jabberin in one ear and i’m out the other
you’re so f-ckin drunk
all you hear is the beat b-b-b-beat, i could be sayin anything
so just get your -ss on the floor
wear those same pants that you wore from the day before
baby go on shake that -ss like a wh-r-
[chorus – eminem and kon artis]
yeah i’m talkin to you(b-tch)
get up and dance(b-tch)
wiggle that -ss(b-tch)
yeah that’s it, b-tch
yeah i called you a b-tch(b-tch)
whatchu gon do bout it(b-tch)
sit there and cry like a little(b-tch, b-tch)
get up and dance(b-tch)
wiggle that -ss(b-tch)
you little trash(b-tch)
yeah that’s it
yeah i called you a trash(b-tch)
not trailer trash(switch)
take the person you’re with and exchange partners(b-tch)
[verse – swifty mcvay]
tell a n-gg- there ain’t no hangin,
and f-ck callin home
and see you look at me before you answer the phone
when i flee, you -ss can get naked and be as free and you want to be freak
but i’m takin the key with me
you ain’t gonna get sh-t, so don’t even ask
disrespect my wishes(b-tch)
i’ll beat cho -ss
watch me comin home eatin half of your doggy bag
and i’ll leavin laughin, while you callin me on a rag
i’m the type that might cut off the lights when i hit
and before she cut em on, kuniva already (switch)
your -ss ain’t even ridin with swift, unless you hoe’n
when i’m done, i’ll throw you out and ask you where you goin.
[bizarre]
hoe ain’t the only thing you call a girl
sl-t, tramp(“oh, how you doin sheryl?”)
ever since i was 8, i’ve been startin to hate
i said f-ck the hoes and started eatin cheese cake
scrambled eggs and steaks, strawberries and grapes
d-mn that sound great….hold on, wait!(bizzy!)
okay…back to the b-tches
wash the dishes after that, give me st-tches
i’ll f-ck a half-indian chick, suck my d-ck
this time tommorrow: i won’t remember sh-t
have respect for a player, i got on snoop gators
and ain’t annihilators, b-tch
[chorus]
[verse kon artis/kuniva (b-tch)]
kon artis: “ey baby what’s up withchu?”
kuniva: “ey yo your man here witchu? nah you single i can tell”
kon artis: “nah you came with them hoes didn’t you?”
kuniva: “no, you mean friends. girl excuse him it’s the liquor”
kon artis: “ey yo let’s get this party crackin, these b-tches ain’t gappin, b-tch”
kuniva: “aw nah you know he didn’t mean that..”
(c’mon you seen that)
kon artis: “she all whinin and sh-t, get this b-tch a kleenex”
(what did he say!?)
kuniva: “nothing he said you seem stressed”
kon artis: “nah you got some big br–sts”
(huh?)
kuniva: “and you’re wearing a nice dress”
(cause i was gonna to say)
kon artis: “you weren’t gonna to say sh-t”
(excuse me??)
kuniva: “he said ‘michael jackson just got another face lift!”
(oooooooh)
kon artis: “…dumb ho..”
(n-gg-!)
kuniva: “nooooo, gumbo! he wanna cook it for you tonight”
kon artis: “b-tch what up doh? f-ck for a buck, do somethin strange for change[kunvia: shh…shut up n-gg-!], make me holla for a dollar, just hop in the range”
(f-ck both of yall n-gg-s)
kuniva: “see i was tryin to be polite, stank -ss trick”
kon artis: “ohp, someone’s jackin off tonight!”
[proof]
i call you a b-tch, but don’t trip
i say the same to my momma
i got christina, brittney with me, sh-t we bangin madonna
watch you strip you onto you b-tch you got change for a dollar
loan your tongue and give me your mouth you came with a condom?
quit countin them bottles and just swallow n breathe
swallow n breathe, now swallow these e’s
i know you lokelani mami’s all get down on ya knees
you want some money honey, d-mn you must be out of your league
hit the dirty f-ck her barely, you ain’t gotta go heat
plus you wanna be a model you need a lot of more sleep
i’m a pimp b-tch, don’t be shy show me them big t-ts
your lip stick i wanna smear it onto my limp d-ck
for instance bustin nuts is only my interest
so princess, don’t get your feelings hurt cause men just
party and bullsh-t till she dive and swallow the d-ck
i’m takin this train and bang don’t bother coughin b-tch
[chorus]
[outro – kon artis (eminem)]
yeah…(haahahah)
you heard me b-tch
did i st-st-st-stutter?? stupid!
you ain’t listenin to the words of this song anyway
all you do is listen to beats with your dumb -ss
dancin tryna get a n-gg- money up in the club, heh..
with your stupid minooped self
we just talked about you, dodo
no, you, you dumb b-tch, you
the one that want a drink, but don’t wanna pay for it
spendin all the money you make all week on a new dress
that i spilled a drink on actin like i’m drunk when i’m not
i’m just tryna f-ck, i’m just tryna f-ck, b-tch
(d-twizzy…yeah….b-tch…b-tch…b-tch)
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