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letra de about a bitch - nantes

microfone: “…and while we on the subject, it’s so f-ckin’ many of them at jcm. i’m just so tired of datin’ hoes and seein’ hoes. aren’t you tired of datin’ hoes and seein’ hoes? -unintelligible- it’s a trifling -ss hoe, it’s a d-ck suckin’ hoe, it’s a -n-l takin’ hoe, i mean it’s a b-tch who coochie that stank…say if i try to date a b-tch, you done sucked my cousin d-ck and let him—-

(verse 1)
see. my temptress was belizean
in fact, it was a blur
see, my momma knew her well and on that we can concur
not even really sure if she the subject of these verbs
but don’t f-ck with any woman who’s intentions are wicked
but suppose, if you thinkin’ with your d-ck, you will dismiss it
emotions runs deep if she let you hit the water
drownin’ in an ocean of sugar and black magic
voodoo is west african rituals of religion kuz i’m in it
golden ticket is sweeter than some candy
diabetes in her panties, no escape plan handy
s-x drive racin’ to the finish
real drownin’ actually hurts but the pain is diminished
when she spread it wide open know i’m hopin’ for some mo
hopin’ marriage wit some kids, 60-inch screenin’ sports
and of course, i really love her
i’m thinkin’ she the one and this is it
well, look at me now, ain’t this about a b-tch?

(hook)
it go mailman, mailman
doing his duty, here come the lady with the african booty
she can do the pom pom, she can do the twist
ay, lil mama, do yo thang like this
it go mailman, mailman (and there she go)
doing his duty, here come the lady with the african booty (here she come)
she can do the pom pom, she can do the twist (and there she go)
ay, lil mama, do yo thang like this (hey!)

(verse 2)
love bore fear into your heart
and you fled when i showed you kindness
reminded of what could be, what should be
-bleep-, i would’ve wed you and carried you to nirvana with coupe devilles and dirty dollars
legitimate businesses evolved from crack rocks and baby bottles
drunk nights and long train rides before intimate s-x and conversation
hearts racin’ as we mutually syncopatin’
baby girl was never the wiser
i pray she don’t grow up to be like her mom evil and conniving
back at it like a crack addict
goin’ too strong for a love song
my brother told me i was dead wrong
a good woman, she the opposite
the rhetoric was obstacle, shoulda peeped that
the way she dressed, revealin’ body like a n-gga need that
life goals with these hoes and now it shows
men and women are equal in evil, just distracted by the words of others
i shoulda listened to my brother
now, i’m afraid to chase women
see, how it feels and sh-t, ain’t this about a b-tch?

(hook)

microfone: “see you, bro. you ain’t nothin’ sl!ck to a can of oil, my n-gga. sittin’ over there lookin’ like your moms and sh-t. yeah”

kd: “i ain’t know he was ‘gon talk about that”
essence: “nun-uh! don’t do me”!

- nantes

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