Bun B - Who Needs A "B" lyrics

b*atch! (b*atch, b*atch) b*atch! (b*atch, b*atch) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-b*atch! (b*atch) Bia-bia-bia-b*atch! (b*atch) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-b*atch! (b*atch) Bia-bia-bia-b*atch! (b*atch) [Bun B] Say, I'm all about this bread, all about this cheese Pimpin be handlin up man, I breaks 'em off with the ease f** it, I'm all about this paper, all about these thangs And in case you can't recognize though, you f**in with a mack Silly, I'm all about this chedder, all about the dirt So don't be surprised if you see me straight gettin it off a hoe Stupid, I'm all about these ducats, all about this scrilla I got no reservation, 'bout breakin b**hes fo' real Get it, cause Bun Beada bring the heat to the fire You think pimpin ain't pimpin, you's a motherf**in liar Sorry, messiah of the strollin, king of the corner Junkster, I've been sellin co*k since you was playin pop wanna Little, I'm on a mission for seven figures to fo' Straight out a b**h mouth, p**y and her a**hole Believe me, as it was told to me, that's how I'm tellin it So if anybody buyin p**y I'm sellin it - who need a b**h! [Chorus: Bun B] If anybody need a b**h then I got one Put her in the drop and you could let her ride shotgun She could s** your duck, while you mash on the gas Or you could take her to the crib and put some dick in her a** Who need a (b*atch) - if anybody need a b**h just holla I got top notch p**y for ya for the white dollar We poppin our collars and dustin these Gators off Not to mention we brushin these haters off Now tell me who need a (b*atch) [Juvenile] Oooh, a n***a like me I'll take you down to Daytona and let you work your body I done put out APB's for the right freaks Some bad b**hes in here tonight we might need (where my hoes?) And she really with hittin the tracks So we don't never have a problem about bringin it back Nope, she don't back-talk me when we up in the 'Llac Cause she know it ain't nothin for me to give her a smack (what'chu need?) I need a b**h that'll get up on a plane Put it up in the p**y and come back on a train (when did she trip out?) She don't want me to get after her mayne Callin when she get somethin cause she know I ain't playin (it's official!) I'm a pimp b**h, you know where the gun be I'm ridin shotgun with $hort Dog and Bun B This game doin time, but it be back They got p**y on the market, where the G's at? [Chorus] [Too $hort] b*atch! On your mind You can't hold back, now's the time Jump in the car and go pick her up Take her somewhere, so you could f** If you wanted to, you could knock her All you gotta do, is take her shoppin A lil' extra cash, for her pocket Next thing you know, you'll be f**in (b*atch!) I like to do the opposite I charge these hoes when they want some dick I spit the game and they don't complain Too $hort baby, that's my name Real players need ladies, to have some fun If I had seven, and you had none I'd give you one, but you gots to pay Trick motherf**er, what'chu say? You need a b*atch! [Chorus] [Outro: Too $hort] Y'all n***az ain't got no hoes What'chu know about that n***a? $hort Dog f**in with my boy Bun B My old school, pimpin playa partner Texas boys ride, b*atch! Oh no, me I don't need no b**hes I got too many hoes right now I'm tryin to get rid of some of these b**hes mayne You need a b**h? Take this b**h right here playa, take her