Willie D - Welfare b**hes lyrics

( 'welfare b**h' 1 ) Girl, your foodstamps ain't came yet ( 'welfare b**h' 2 ) Girl, you're late, I got my sh** and traded it in for a leather skirt ( 'welfare b**h' 1 ) Them muthaf**as ain't send me my sh** yet But tomorrow I'm goin down there clown they muthaf**in a** ( 'welfare b**h' 2 ) I know that's right, girl... ( VERSE 1: Willie D ) Dee's about to cold get funky On you welfare b**hes around the country I don't give a damn if you like me or not But this bullsh** you're doin has got to stop You're playin the government for a s**er What you don't know is they're hip to you muthaf**as Droppin babies one after another one Just to increase your funky-a** income Welfare b**h, welfare b**h if you could see For this purpose, cause I believe That a child should be born out of love Dumb-a** b**h, you was only thinkin of The money which is for the kid indeed But you took it and satisfied your own damn needs You ain't about sh**, you only love uno One of these days there ain't gonna be no Welfare Yeah Welfare b**hes Welfare Yeah (Keep away from) Welfare b**hes ( VERSE 2: Willie D ) Sit around gettin high and drunk Waitin on the muthaf**in first of the month They never looked for a j-o-b Cause they're too busy watchin the soaps on ABC You realize it's only make-believe But yet when one died get shocked and grieve Thank Scorpio or Lucy or the rest of the crew? Give a f** about a po' broke hoe like you? Welfare Yeah (Keep away from) Welfare b**hes ( VERSE 3: Willie D ) b**hes, b**hes, b**hes, b**hes Will trade foodstamps in a jet flash A $65 bill get you 50 in cash They're the muthaf**as that's makin it hard For the people who really need the government involved They have their kids lookin a mess While they walk around sportin Gucci and Guess You say you love your kids, that's a goddamn lie I said it, you wanna know why? Cause you'se a welfare b**h, a welfare b**h So is your man Here's his muthaf**in plan He don't have to work as long as he sees A welfare b**h that supports his needs He get the three p's every goddamn day p**y, pay, and a place to stay You're a sorry muthaf**a if you live this way You need your a** whipped, that's what I say I ain't livin life with a dumb po' broke hoe Willie the kid don't f** with no Welfare Yeah (Keep away from) Welfare b**hes ( VERSE 4: Willie D ) Welfare b**hes can't do a muthaf**in thang for me But s** my dick, cause I don't want the p**y You f** em one time and the goddamn who*es 'll get pregant and swear up and down that it's yours I got the money so you wanna get hit Don't tell me that you're pregnant cause I ain't claimin sh** Don't try to play me cause I can't be p**y-whipped So stay out my face and get off my dick (I tell you, mister I keeps me a welfare b**h How ya think I got this Benz? I tell ya I keeps on zipped pockets You can ask your mama there I always get the three p's She give me the damn three p's every goddamn day b**h treat me better than she treat her kids You know Anywhere in the Nickel Down the (Name), the Bottom And ask em do they know (Name) They'll tell you Yeah, he take a b**h to get the check I'm lyin? You could ask your mama Maybe her son don't know I tell you this though I keeps on reptiles, leather, gold Anytime you see me I'm ridin Cause your mama bought me a gas car Yeah Think I'm lyin? Ask your daddy, he was there I pimped your father I could tell he's a hoe He a punk Ha-ha I go down there and tell em I want this Then make sure your mama get it for me Cause I'm the man down there You can ask anybody who runs the welfare b**hes in the Ward Not this, not that I'm the man! Anybody comin down here talkin bout where they from, what they do They don't do a damn thing I do it all I keeps the b**hes...)