The Bum-bitch Ballad Lyrics - Singles - J-zone

Yo, what up Zone man? 

Yo, what's craculatin', man? 

Yeah, you got a lot of folks mad last year, man 

That bitch magna t-shirt buggin' out on stage, yeah, yeah 

All that shit, man, people got heated 

Yo, let me tell these girls something, man 

Yo, if you know you got it going on, we cool 

I ain't talking bad about you 

But to the girls that's getting offended 

I mean you must be talking to you if you're gettin' mad 

Look like the girls right around from the Pony Cafe 

Yo, break it on down, man, break it on down 

Every time I do a show, I catch beef with these weak ass groups 

And headwrap chicks drinkin' wheat grass juice 

Offended by my t-shirts and how I behave 

Just because I ain't rockin' dashiki's and braids 

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But if you know you ain't a bitch then you wouldn't get mad 

You're a fake Mya Angelou, stunt, get a job, bitch 

The Metro, The Scholar to The Poet's Cafe 

You got mad, you're a biatch and you know it that way, bitch 

To the fake-ass activist headwrap chicks on the low kidnappin' dicks 

Bitch, stop starin' like I walked out of Bellvue 

If you lookin' for enlightened, men, I can't help you 

You got your degree? You can still be a bitch 

If you knew your baby's father maybe you wouldn't be a bitch 

(Asshole) 

Who the fuck you mean, me? 

Stunt, you must be out of your mind 

Must be something in the green tea 

And some of these chicks used to dance on the table 

Now they hatin' on me, actin' educational 

You can get mad, turn blue in the face 

But when I pee, I hit your grill so I don't ruin the drapes 

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Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch 

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch 

Oh, I see how it's going down 

You know what I'm saying? 

Yo, if it don't apply to you, you ain't gonna get mad 

But, yo, it ain't only a gender thing 

Some of these dudes is bitches too, man 

I'm gonna talk the fellas real quick 

Hey, you're talking about my sister 

I'ma start about these punk ass cats, b-b-bitch 

Females are quick to get mad but it's hard to remember 

You can still be a bitch regardless of gender 

Come at me like a Muslim, nigga 

I saw you in Florida with a hot dog, bitch, stop lyin' 

You a bitch 'cuz you told me, "Stay underground forever" 

Fuck you, I want a Caddy with some dice in the mirror 

Catch any DJ puttin' 6 joints of mine on a mix tape 

We fightin' this year 

Online or on stage, you took time to diss me? 

Thanks for the promotion, I was delighted 

Male or female, if the shoe fits you 

Blow me in the key of F sharp, biatch 

Listen, you no-job having, scrub motherfucker 

You need to learn to respect a righteous sister 

I went to a show and all I heard was bitch this, bitch that 

Me and my fellow sisters, we don't play that shit, nigga 

You grabbing yourself on stage? That's not conscious 

It's bullshit, where is the uplifting message? 

You don't deserve a goddess like me anyway 

So fuck you, bitch 

Hey, what about me? You're nothing but a bitch 

Bitch, killed the bitch, yo, bitch 

Don't be callin' me no bitch, bitch 

Who you talkin' 'bout? You, bitch 

Punk bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch 

Fuck you, bitch, and kept goin' 

Now wait a minute, you're talking about my sister 

Fifty-cent juice drinkin', bitch 

Biatch