‘B’ Word lyrics

by

Trey Songz


[Scarface]
Let's do it!
They sayin 'Face you need to slow down dude
You refer to hoes as b*tches and that ain't cool
I tell 'em look out fool, I ain't Al Sharpton
My name Brad Jordan, I don't beg pardons
Don't get me wrong I got respect for black ladies
But black hoes and ladies, ain't the same baby
And lately, I've been checkin out new prospects
And you can catch me in the projects
Huntin fo' that Next Top Model
Cute with a shape like a coke bottle, suck a di*k and won't swallow
Yeah, yet that's degradin her still
To ladies, if you ain't f*ckin her the next n*gga will
Instead of trippin on who callin a b*tch
You maybe need to focus on who f*ckin his chick
If you a weak nut, we bop, never hit a G spot
Nuttin too quick and scared to play with the clit
Pullin her hair while you callin her b*tch
sh*t you missin the point, you need to ask what she want
(Want me to stick my finger in your booty) {OKAY~!}
You can't turn a ho into a housewife
I don't give a f*ck what she look like
She can have an ass like Buffy
And a face like Janet, head so good you can't stand it
But you still can't manage
To keep her off of them streets, cause she's skanless
f*ckin every n*gga with a bankroll
How you fall in love with a stank ho
Now you're blowin up her cell phone and she won't answer
Trippin for a dude like a dancer
And that's sick like cancer
Man this b*tch is trash and he's at her
Dawg you dealin with a f*cked up babe
With f*cked up ways, it's f*cked up but hey!
A new day, and n*ggas gotta listen
And if she got some dudes that she hang with
You better watch that b*tch cause she dangerous
A lady got a man at the house
A b*tch got her best friend man in her mouth
And she don't give a f*ck about a ring
The kid, the 15 years this brings
She'll f*ck you in your house in the bed you're about
Leave the sheets full of drip stains, wash her pus*y off
Then bounce, now you at home with a soft di*k
Feelin bad, try to shake this b*tch
But you scared of the outcome, she might tell
Or get drunk, feel guilty, come by and try to sell it
To your wife like it's yo' fault, duck at all costs
And if that ain't a b*tch, what's a b*tch, I'm lost
A ho will jump di*k to di*k to get paid
But a b*tch f*cks yo' sh*t up so just wait
Cain't nobody else prosper, she live for the gossip
Hates to see the next b*tch happy so she knocks her
She hates yo' man and hates yo' friends
But a b*tch is a b*tch is a b*tch in the end
(I know you you ain't call me no b*tch)
(Talkin about a ring and a di*k in the mouth)
(You just a b*tch-ass n*gga)
(f*ck me not your wife b*tch!)
(I don't have a beef motherf*cker)
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