Two Type of b*tches lyrics

by

T.I.


[Verse 1: Bun B]
Well it's big Bun Beeda, I built the track
With blood, sweat and tears and the b*tches back
It ain't nowhere fans a bunch with these sl*ts
Just shake your butts and bring back that stack (stack)
The mack is back and he's sittin on chrome
With a piece of chain or Herringbone or nugget (nugget)
That don't mean him a real live ho
You ain't ready to roll then go on then, f*ck it
Out them ducats, hoes better recognize
n*ggas better recollect, Bun finna regulate
I hit yo' town (what) find me a ho stroll
Leave that b*tch dry and head to another state (hold up)
Me and my brother can't wait when it come to the red
Cause we about that cash, cash
So if we can't convince ya, we'll take your sister
Hit the highway and mash cos you got

[Chorus: Bun B]
You got b*tches that will and you got b*tches that won't
Man you got, b*tches that do and you got b*tches that don't
Man you got, b*tches that can and you got b*tches that can't
You got b*tches that know they are and b*tches know that they ain't
No down b*tch

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Some girls suck, some don't dare
Some girls f*ck, some don't care
I like the girl with the pus*y hair
My partner Mike Mo like the pus*y bare
Some girls scream, some girls moan
Swang Big di*k, swang Sweet Jones
Go and get the myth out the cobra head
Girl got down you n*ggas scared
I got a young yellow b*tch, I'mma sing it loud
With a four-inch corner of jet-mink hair
Between her legs is where it great
And get the money out the n*gga when she go on a date
I stay caked up, rocked up
Magnum rubbers stay socked up
I ain't tryin to get the wet di*k
Hold my good but she ain't that slick
I know you want this high-dollar c*m
b*tch know I got money, wanna get her some
b*tch you must, done lost your mind
The trick's n*ggas over there, you better get on the grind
[Chorus: Bun B]
You got, b*tches that will and you got b*tches that won't
Man you got, b*tches that do and you got b*tches that don't
Man you got, b*tches that can and you got b*tches that can't
You got b*tches that know they are and b*tches know that they ain't
No down b*tch

[Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal]
b*tches not flexin' ain't much good
I should and I would keep clear if I could
But when I do I just can't get away
Cause I gotta f*ck all day every day
That leaves me vulnerable for real
All these chickenheads know about Dyl'
Ain't gotta do a lot to make me chill
Find a good spot on the floor and kneel
Know that my heart's in between my thighs
Though I can't take when they look in my eyes
Lookin for love that's no surprise
c*m in her mouth, that's family ties
Then I hit it from the back, all the way
Slap that batty just like Classe
Not breeze out without no delay
Girls in the chat, I ain't got sh*t to say

[Chorus: Bun B]
You got, b*tches that will and you got b*tches that won't
Man you got, b*tches that do and you got b*tches that don't
Man you got, b*tches that can and you got b*tches that can't
You got b*tches that know they are and b*tches know that they ain't
No down b*tch
[Outro: Pimpin Ken]
Yeah yeah yeah, man, this is your motherf*cking boy
The M-phis motherf*cking Pimpin Ken; y'know what I'm talking about?
Yeah, you got two kinda hoes, y'know what I'm talking about
You got classic Cokes, you understand those my type of b*tches
Then, you got the Pepsi generation
Those the new mother f*cking hoes around this, y'know what I'm talking about?
You know what I'm saying, different strokes for different folks. Some like Pepsi, some like Coke
You know me, I just like the new generation
I like to smash on the younger b*tches, they're the ones who really want to get the cash for a PIMP, y'know what I'm talking about?
You know what I'm saying, you got hookers and lookers, y'know what I'm talking about?
You got b*tches that go in the snake pit and really give a PIMP some sh*t; you know what I'm saying?
Then you got them b*tches, understand me, won't even pack they feet on the mother f*cking concrete, you know what I'm talking about?
You know what I'm saying, you got hoes, you understand me, they just done make mistakes and f*ck with Frosty Flakes
Then you got hoes, you understand, that f*ck with real PIMPS know what I'm talking about?
You got black hoes, you got white hoes know what I'm talking about?
Black b*tches darker days, white b*tches brighter days, know what I'm talking about?
Yeah fo'real mayne, y'know what I'm talking about?
Real mu'f*ckin PIMP, y'know what I'm talking about?
And you know me, mayne, like I told you n*ggas, mane
Only thing I want motherf*cking black is the black walls that’s gon' hold that 600 Benz up, y'know what I'm talking about?
Understand me, yeah but the black b*tch, understand me, I mean, she can push the car, you know what I'm saying, with me and that white hoe, you know what I'm talking about
Yeah man, I ain't tryna die on the black b*tches you understand me but I'll tell you one thing though, understand me
The difference between a black b*tch and the white b*tch, understand me
The white b*tch is gon' get it, get it, get it
And the, and the black b*tch is gon'; not be with it, you know what I'm talking about
So man, you know what I'm talking about
This is the different kinda b*tches you got out here, you understand me, that a PIMP tryna understand, wake you up to, you know what I'm talking about?
You got hoes, you understand me that just are, really mother f*cking hoes and you got hoes, really be and their mother f*cking tippy toes, you know what I’m talking about?
You got hoes, you understand me, that, you understand me, that get it real fast like they turban ass
Then you got hoes know what I'm talking about they lazy know what I'm talking about?
But me? Myself? I'm looking for a hoe that’s famous like Amos, you understand me
But only one thing, Amos bake cookies, Real hoes break rookies, y'know what I'm talking about?
Yeah that’s the kinda hoe I’m looking for, y' know what I'm talking about? Believe that, man y'know what I'm talking about?
Different strokes for different folks. Some hoes just like Pepsi and hoes just like Coke, man know what I'm talking about?
Yeah man, you know I just like to make a reference man, let you n*ggas know man
Understand, the Coke is for the classic n*ggas and Pepsi is for the new generation, y'know what I'm saying?
I want young b*tch, man, something fine and qualified that wanna be on Pimpin Ken's side know what I'm talking about?
Yeah man I want the, I like the young and the restless baby, know what I'm talking about?
You understand, I don't want no old b*tch. Only thing I want old is the motherf*cking bank rolls y'know what I'm talking about?
Yeah Pimpin, y'all can chop that up how y'all want to!
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