Tweedy Bird Loc - I'm Calling You A b**h lyrics

[Verse 1: Tweedy Bird Loc] Instinct pisses me the f** off: Every time I hear a b**h open up her goddamn mouth And speak up on some bullsh** Like that dumb a** song ("Who you callin a b**h?!") So now I'm calling you a b**h, b**h Cause you took upon yourself to respond that punk sh** Or get mad yo and throwing a fit But baby, I know that your momma didn't name you b**h But you take the sh** wrong So you must be a b**h, cause you put the f**ing shoes on And you supposed to be a Queen? But b**h you can s** on my muthaf**in dingaling And ain't nobody trying to make a sister feel low Cuz a b**h is a b**h, and a hoe is a muthaf**in hoe But I'm here to let your a** know That I'm check fancy b**hes in muthaf**in 94' Cause I don't give a f** I'm not the type of n***a that's gonna tell a b**h to keep her head up Especially you, b**h, cause you don't like men You muthaf**in lesbian That's the reason why you "living single", b**h: Cause you never had a real man to mingle with! But you can be my buddy and get down with OPP If you comin to my house and go down on me And taste this dick Cause that's the new type of flavor for your a** to roll with But since you don't like men get the f** out my house Before I beat your muthaf**in mouth up Cause I'm naughty by nature, and they don't call me D-Nice But if I beat your a**, I will be doing 25 to life But I'll be damned if you put me on handcuffs The only thing you gon be cuffin, b**h, is deeez muthaf**in nuts So grab your sweatshirt, your basketball, your Nikes and your mic Jump your dyke a** on your motorcycle and take a f**in hike But before you go, listen to me, G: Ain't nothing good gonna come to you till you do right by me And get you some dick Queen Latifah, yous'a dyke a** biiiiiitch! [Hook: Fo' Clips] Who's the dyke on the mic? b**h that's right ("Who you callin a b**h?!") Who's the dyke on the mic? You's a b**h and that'll be for everyone to see ("Who you callin a b**h?!") [Verse 2: Fo' Clips] Well, it's so many b**hes out there like you And so many n***as like me See that's gonna f** you You all about about game and I know What you want is this dick down your motherf**in throat Now come Walk by me, with them cut off shorts So watch my fingers do the muthaf**in walkin Cause you the type of b**h that don't understand Tryin to wear the pants of a man with your dyke a** I hear you hollering that I'll handcuff sh** I guess you wanna get your black brothers twisted, now peep this "You and I on the beach..." f**in b**h, making history And hoe what the f** you gotta let me know? I ain't hearing ya! I'm too f**ed up off that indo A b**h like you I do real good Take it to my hood, tell you what you wanna hear Do what I wanna do and how my whole crew do you And don't act shy, there ain't no need to hide your p**y You think your sh**'s sacred? b**h, get naked! And there ain't no reason why I'm like this It's just a game that I got from you punk a** b**hes [Hook: Fo' Clips] Who's the dyke on the mic? b**h that's right ("Who you callin a b**h?!") Who's the dyke on the mic? You's a b**h and that'll be for everyone to see ("Who you callin a b**h?!") Who's the dyke on the mic? b**h that's right ("Who you callin a b**h?!") Who's the dyke on the mic? You's a b**h and that'll be for everyone to see ("Who you callin a b**h?!") [Outro: Tweedy Bird Loc] Yeah, MC Lyte I wanna f** you too since you a ruffneck! I'm wanna go up in all you dyke a** b**hes Turn your a** back straight! Nefertiti, all you hoes! Any dykes out there want some dick? [Hook: Fo' Clips] Who's the dyke on the mic? b**h that's right ("Who you callin a b**h?!") Who's the dyke on the mic? You's a b**h and that'll be for everyone to see ("Who you callin a b**h?!")