[Intro]
Bring that mic
See I'm about to talk a little crazy
Make sure there is no children around, no old folks
And I usually be real respectful
It's just that.. I HAD to do it
Nicki told me come get y'all
[Hook]
Look at y'all pitiful, typical, livin' with some b**h who call you sista you don't even know
b**hes
Look Look, Look At Y'all b**hes
Look, Look Look, (uh huh)
Look at ya'll worn out, who*ed out, slored out, p**y walls tore out, all ya'll b**hes
Look Look, just look at ya b**hes
Look Look
[Verse 1]
Said that she want some red bottoms
Give a little head
Gott'em .. no problem
Take a little trip
Leave your kids home while you get a little dick, type b**h
Thinkin' you slick
Tryn'a get rich, off a n***a like me type b**h
Know my real n***as gonna like this sh**
They go'n love this sh**
They go'n rock this sh**
They like "Nicki she ain't even have to drop this sh**"
But I got this sh**, you can ask my clique
How many pretty b**hes kicked out this b**h?
She just put a pic with a n***a up! (And the same minute, that's when she hit me up)
Talkin' 'bout Trigga when we gettin' up (and you know it's been a minute since we really f**ed)
Get it up quick type b**h, in a whip type b**h, she don't leave a drip then you kiss that b**h type b**h
[Hook]
These hoes crazy, I swear out here
Selling a** and dreams, frontin' like queens but it ain't what it seem
Watch out for that
I've done seen these hoes jump table to table tellin' fibs and fable
These hoes ain't yours these hoes ain't mine n***a these are hoes are by design
[Verse 2]
And I ain't through with y'all b**hes
Ain't nothin' new with y'all b**hes
I hit a couple you b**hes, then I'm through with y'all b**hes ooh ooh my b**hes
Like who is you talkin' to crazy? sh** is it you that I'm talking to baby?
These b**hes be broke and these b**hes be crazy
These b**hes be broke and these b**hes be lazy
When you get your money on your own
(you ain't let a n***a do it)
That's when you can tell me that you grown
(what you think a n***a stupid?)
Look at y'all just turned dyke a** hoes
Ain't never used to be like that hoes
Look at y'all bad fiend b**hes
Never get a penny if you ask me b**hes
Waitin' on a n***a to come save you b**hes
Ask God 'Oh Lord why he made these type of b**hes'
Tell me where your daddy go?
I just wanna know...
Who raised these types of b**hes
Man I hate these kind of b**hes
And if you a good girl, don't be trippin' I ain't talkin' bout you I'm talkin 'bout these b**hes
[Outro]
No disrespect at all to my women that are ladies, that carry themselves
Unlike these b**hes, you know I ain't talking about you baby
I'm talking (Talkin' bout these b**hes)
And I hate that I had to be so vulgar (Talkin' bout these b**hes)
It's just that when I heard this sh**, I found it an incredible time to say what's on my mind
Nicki What's up?
I love you baby
Uh
Trigga
Uh
Trigga