Ain’t That A Bitch Songtext

Hey Hey Hey!

[Chorus] 

Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin 

Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful 

Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers 

And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch!

And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh! 

This one here is just to clarify the fact that I’m a muthafuckin mack 

This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back 

This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!

[Verse One] 

Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I’m gone 

Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I’m gutless 

Bet I’m gonna reap this when I’m gone defeat this while I’m here 

Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear 

Gonna speak in every single street this year 

My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year 

Wizzle F Baby ya’ll niggaz can have the Weezy I’m the Birdman Jr. junior 

I’m a man to another man to a bitch I’m a pimp in the whip I’m a hundred grand 

And in the streets I’m a money man 

And I’m a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men 

A hundred proof in my other hand 

If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I’m sayin

[Chorus] 

Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin 

Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful 

Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers 

And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch 

The cops is watchin streets are talkin 

Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful 

Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers 

And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch 

[Verse Two] 

Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand 

And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip 

But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K’s dont jam and a nigga dont miss 

They tellin me I’m the shit like a nigga dont piss 

But nigga dont slip cause I’ll kill a punk bitch Word Up! 

And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga 

Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga 

Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga 

How many more do ya love nigga 

cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece 

Ask ya reverend bout me I’m the young God 

Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy 

Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour 

Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three] 

I’m a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son 

The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son 

Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin) 

Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we 

got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy 

Wanna be me and don’t even understand me 

Could’nt see me even if you was standin with me 

I’m that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible 

And advance a little due to the pine 

My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind 

And I let you do the time I do the crime 

When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line 

Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga!

[Chorus — 2X]

Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga 

Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin 

KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti…

Sende den «