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tweedy bird loc - i'm calling you a bitch (queen latifah diss) lyrics

[verse 1: tweedy bird loc]
instinct pisses me the f-ck off:
every time i hear a b-tch open up her godd-mn mouth
and speak up on some bullshit
like that dumb -ss song (“who you callin a b-tch?!”)
so now i’m calling you a b-tch, b-tch
‘cause you took upon yourself to respond that punk shit
or get mad yo and throwing a fit
but baby, i know that your momma didn’t name you b-tch
but you take the shit wrong
so you must be a b-tch, ‘cause you put the f-cking shoes on
and you supposed to be a queen?
but b-tch you can suck on my m-th-f-ckin dingaling
and ain’t n-body trying to make a sister feel low
‘cause a b-tch is a b-tch, and a hoe is a m-th-f-ckin hoe
but i’m here to let your -ss know
that i’m check fancy b-tches in m-th-f-ckin 94′
‘cause i don’t give a f-ck
i’m not the type of n-gg- that’s gonna tell a b-tch to keep her head up
especially you, b-tch, ‘cause you don’t like men
you m-th-f-ckin lesbian
that’s the reason why you “living single”, b-tch:
‘cause you never had a real man to mingle with!
but you can be my buddy and get down with opp
if you come into my house and go down on me
and taste this d-ck
‘cause that’s the new type of flavor for your -ss to roll with
but since you don’t like men get the f-ck out my house
before i beat your m-th-f-ckin mouth up
‘cause i’m naughty by nature, and they don’t call me d-nice
but if i beat your -ss, i will be doing 25 to life
but i’ll be d-mned if you put me on handcuffs
the only thing you gon be cuffin, b-tch, is deeez m-th-f-ckin nuts
so grab your sweatshirt, your basketball, your nikes and your mic
jump your dyk- -ss on your motorcycle and take a f-ckin hike
but before you go, listen to me, g:
ain’t nothing good gonna come to you till you do right by me
and get you some d-ck
queen latifah, yous’a dyk- -ss biiiiiitch!

[verse 2: fo’ clips]
well, it’s so many b-tches out there like you
and so many n-gg-s like me
see that’s gonna f-ck you
you all about about game and i know
what you want is this d-ck down your motherf-ckin throat
now come
walk by me, with them cut off shorts
so watch my fingers do the m-th-f-ckin walkin
‘cause you the type of b-tch that don’t understand
tryin to wear the pants of a man with your dyk- -ss
i hear you hollering that i’ll handcuff shit
i guess you wanna get your black brothers twisted, now peep this
“you and i on the beach…”
f-ckin b-tch, making history
and hoe what the f-ck you gotta let me know?
i ain’t hearing ya!
i’m too f-cked up off that indo
a b-tch like you i do real good
take it to my hood, tell you what you wanna hear
do what i wanna do and how my whole crew do you
and don’t act shy, there ain’t no need to hide your pussy
you think your shit’s sacred? b-tch, get naked!
and there ain’t no reason why i’m like this
it’s just a game that i got from you punk -ss b-tches

[hook: fo’ clips]
who’s the dyk- on the mic?
b-tch that’s right (“who you callin a b-tch?!”)
who’s the dyk- on the mic?
you’s a b-tch and that’ll be for everyone to see (“who you callin a b-tch?!”)
who’s the dyk- on the mic?
b-tch that’s right (“who you callin a b-tch?!”)
who’s the dyk- on the mic?
you’s a b-tch and that’ll be for everyone to see (“who you callin a b-tch?!”)

[outro: tweedy bird loc]
yeah, mc lyte i wanna f-ck you too since you a ruffneck!
i’m wanna go up in all you dyk- -ss b-tches
turn your -ss back straight!
nefertiti, all you hoes!
any dyk-s out there want some d-ck?

- tweedy bird loc lyrics

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