Term & Ratchet - b**hes lyrics

[Verse 1] I see men that are b**hes (I see) I should leave them with stitches (I should) I'm like "leave them, they're fishes" (f** 'em) But me da megalodon I'm a great white shark, too big for the pond Stones, sticks, come on A lot of men move so wrong I can't hack it, you little maggots, roll on (roll on) Get back, stay away from me (stay back) I gave some men their careers And they wanna try sh**ting on me (me) When I'm Tyson, I'm biting your ears (rah) For as far as the eye can see I see men that wanna flex like women Chat sh** behind backs and then shake hands (woah) Cos they ain't got it in 'em (woah) [Chorus] b**hes (b**hes) I see a lot of men that wanna flex like b**hes (b**hes) All the fakers, haters, snakes and the snitches (snitches) Why have grown men gotta act like b**hes (b**hes) These b**hes These b**hes (these b**hes) b**hes [Verse 2] I would have rolled out to the end (you know) And you wanna hate on me (who me) I don't need no more new friends Unless I come across Rachel Green (Rachel Green) Eyes black like the Thames (yeah) Fed up of the drama and beef Why have grown men gotta get feelings I blame shy FX's beat (one) Its mad how loud that your actions speak Poker, I'm sat whilst I'm reading faces I don't like what I see They got their eyes on me Sheep wanna follow a grown men, me Sleep in the hollows and hang from the trees I don't like what they're talking, keep walking Them man can't cut around me [Chorus] b**hes I see a lot of men that wanna flex like b**hes (b**hes) All the fakers, haters, snakes and the snitches (snitches) Why have grown men gotta act like b**hes (b**hes) These b**hes These b**hes (these b**hes) b**hes [Verse 3] They say you're not a derogatory term for a female I'm talking about men that should of been down And turned out b**h Peace out We don't need no snake on the team now Nor never, swordsmen sever These fools that leisure I've got one better Entire pool in my whole cellar Chainsaw, call me face or leather And make your, decisions more wisely Sweet feeling you're styley You're all grown a** men So stop bringing me down like wifey All these indirects on the net don't send me a threat Come find me Cos you know where we are In Drugnam and in blacked out cars [Chorus] You b**hes I see a lot of men that wanna flex like b**hes (b**hes) All the fakers, haters, snakes and the snitches (snitches) Why have grown men gotta act like b**hes (b**hes) These b**hes These b**hes (these b**hes) b**hes