The Game - b**h You Ain't sh** lyrics

[The Game] I got these freak hoes clappin they hands, stompin they feet Every now and then they put they mouth on me But these days a G like me can't even call it They ride dick until you sleep and then go through your wallet Fake a**, b**h a**, THOT a**, s*ut a** hoes Workin in secret Sunday, don't even wipe that pole Dirty b**h, you done had a dick in every one of yo' holes You a trick, you ain't sh** (and everybody knows) b**h you don't even wash yo' rag Let a n***a smash and you don't even wash yo' a** f** you mean, you 'bout to go home and take a shower That mean that p**y 'bout to be funky for a whole 'nother hour Every night you let a new n***a nut in yo' sh** How you s** a n***a's dick with that cut on your lip? You freak b**h, your baby daddy in the county doin burpies And you gave that n***a herpes [Chorus] b**h you ain't sh**, b**h you ain't sh** b**h you ain't sh**, b**h you ain't sh** Everybody knows, b**h you ain't sh** b**h you ain't sh**, b**h you ain't sh** Everybody knows, everybody knows Everybody knows... b**h you ain't sh**, everybody knows Everybody knows... b**h you ain't sh** [The Game] b**hes ain't sh** but hoes and s*uts She asked to hold 500, I let her hold deez nuts b**h what? You f**in n***az when you got cramps Talkin 'bout eat the groceries, b**h you on food stamps You gotta watch these hoes, they'll get your a** splattered homie Never trust a b**h if she got the hood tatted on her Brother he a gunner, got an uncle from the hunters Two baby daddies, one from the '60s and one from the jungles Make it even worse, her whole family's full of k**ers After your funeral she right back to them followers and filters She got a Range, and a Benz Doin credit card schemes with her ratchet a** friends b**h just stole a TV from Target Yellin at her kids while Joseline and Stevie be arguin She blocked from Drizzy's page, now she all on my dick I hit her with a hashtag like [Chorus]