KutMasta Kurt - b**h Gets No Love lyrics

[Dr. Dooom] Yo J, you bought this b**h's food Yo, these b**hes ain't payin for sh** They up here eatin, and gettin ready to plan To go to somebody else's house after this They usin us man, f** this! {cut n scratch: "Look hear b**h!"} b**h you got a fat stomach Your braids look tacky, and you're f**in broke Like Rakim said, _I Ain't No Joke_ You're posin as a high-cla** stinky-a** hoodrat f** behind any man's back, bum b**h at the Shark Bar Lookin like an aardvark with a f**ed up parked car Got the nerve to have a diamond, I'm embara**ed you keep rhymin f** you Simple Simon -- materialistic and twisted Fake mink, buy your own f**in drink Big shots sport you but you got a f**in weave and I can even Grab a white girl and a black woman body in my world Beverly Hills flashy sh**, you on some cla**y girl sh** Drivin a drug dealer's BMW, your license ain't even f**in legit Just stop and quit it, you need to admit it You're broke and strippin Livin in the Motel 8, you're f**in jailbait Tattoos with names on your arms Bighead babies with diapers, frontin f**s Gettin in a basketball player's Mercedes f**ed up faces tryin to hang in romantic places Get the f** out of here Your friends too they gon' need some ends too Look for somethin what? With funky-a** G strings all up in your bu*t Way to feed this elephant, this b**h is always hungry Ghetto superstar tryin to be intelligent {cut n scratch: "Look hear b**h!"} b**h gets no love, b**h gets no love {cut n scratch: "Look hear b**h!"} b**h gets no love, b**h gets no love {cut n scratch: "Look hear b**h!"} b**h gets no love, b**h gets no love {cut n scratch: "Look hear b**h!"} b**h gets no love, b**h gets no love {cut n scratch: "And I said look hear b**h!"} Peep game at the frame stand, you ugly b**hes front on my man Not my type, the a**holes that always wear them black pants Thinkin they hype -- con women, parasites Lick a n***a a** in valet parkin, just to get a Puff Daddy ticket Them corny b**hes livin wicked Guest-list b**h, wearin Tommy Girl cologne over piss Wantin motherf**ers to call her Miss In the club, you try to look like Deborah Cox with a f**ed up house I bet you got roaches and mouse Look at s**m around your f**in mouth You can't even cook a meal right like a good woman down South Runnin your mouth with a million dollar p**y stinkin There's Ma**engil on the table while you rollin a blunt Watchin En Vogue on the cable - gettin your hair sewed in Cause your facial expression, lookin like a f**in rodent Loosen up b**h! Stiff like the Tin Man Don't even lingerie; always talkin about your dead man Used to be a gangster -- I don't wanna hear that sh** I'm eatin I got some fine Puerto Rican girls I'm meeting Y'all stay with these wack-a** has-beens I'm leavin with the quickness Y'all plastic monkeys at the Greek picnics b**h gets no love, b**h gets no love {cut n scratch: "Look hear b**h!"} b**h gets no love, b**h gets no love {cut n scratch: "Look hear b**h!"} b**h gets no love, b**h gets no love {cut n scratch: "Look hear b**h!"} b**h gets no love, b**h gets no love {cut n scratch: "I said look hear b**h!"} b**h gets no love