T-Shirt - My b**h Don't Even Like Me lyrics

[Hook:] My b**h don't even like me, my b**h don't even like me I'm not gonna lie, though, that sh** kind of excites me My b**h don't even like me, my b**h don't even like me (Chika chika, chika chika) Son, your b**h thinking you the man is so last year I mean, what if she liked you better if you wasn't even there? I said, give me one more snake face be out Eating my food, sitting on my chair in my house What? That great a** brought you far enough I know I'm hard to love but this is hardly what's up That's some nerve, you knew I was a disrespectful rapper You know what happens when you disrespect a rapper You get a song made. I ain't no backstabber But if you ain't no Queen, I ain't no Frank Zappa I'm a character, you need a n***a straight up Straight up? Shut your face up This is not like me not liking your makeup This is more like you not f**ing with my makeup Tell you what. Ask me if I care If you hate it so much, sh**, what you still doing here? [Hook] So what's the deal? Ten minutes ago you was s**ing my dick Ten minutes from now you'll tell me "n***a, you ain't sh**!" Which one is it? This relationship is not a pair of shoes I ain't got time to just stand here while you choose I get it, you want a prince and I'm more like Mike Bad as a motherf**er when on my mic Stop moonwalking 'round the situation, though, confess Quit your f**ing diatribe and get undressed This is not like me not liking those heels This is more like you not f**ing with my ideals Everyone bragging how they the best in the world Shirt's the worst - I can't even impress my girl My b**h don't even like me, my b**h don't even like me