Diet Coke sl*tz lyrics

[Intro: Jeru The Damaja]

I'm not talking about the queens
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the sisters
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the young ladies
But (what?) the b*tches
The b*tches, the b*tches, the b*tches
(b*tch!)

[Verse 1: Tom Pepe]

You need to get on up off of that bullsh*t and quit fighitin' that feelin'
Know what I'm sayin'
Check, check
Yo, yo b*tches be trippin' 'cause we high and smoke bud
Well I'm sick of taking sh*t from all you diet coke sl*tz
Wit-cha mood swings
Always changing like ya temper
Two faced by Tuesday
And they be takin' all ya splenda
For they fake sweet smile and they pleasant conversation
Tell the homie drop the phony
'Cause ain't none of them we're chasin'
Waistin' my time and they got me waitin' months
And I quit skatin' 'cause I got bored of tricks and stunts
It ain't to bad f*ck it
Now I'm rollin' mad blunts
Clownin' girls I had once
And smokin' like a hand gun
But what's the effort
'Cause I've never scored the spoils of labor
I mean that most my nuts get busted in some toilet paper
When these virgin impersonating angels
Who third basin' on the first date until regurgitation
Don't play games b*tch I'm callin' it quits
I'll make you swallow your words just like you swallowed a di*k
[Hook: Tom Pepe]

I'm not talking about the queens
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the sisters
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the young ladies
But (what?) the b*tches
The b*tches, the b*tches, the b*tches
(You b*tch!)

I'm not talking about the queens
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the sisters
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the young ladies
But (what?) the b*tches
The b*tches, the b*tches, the b*tches
(You b*tch!)

[Verse 2: Tom Wilson]

Yo to all the young ladies and respectable women in this room
Just hold your ears real tight
Don't listen this one's not for you
No I'm talking about
A whole different kind of genre
They won't let you hit the blunt
They'd even talk about-cha mama
But you won't talk for months if they hear you got with Sandra
But by the next night after 3 Mikes
Ooh she's all up on ya
The conversations nonsense
At least I'm bein' honest
If this relationship was worth two pennies I'd probably pawn it
But you can't blame this brotha
Because baby, I had to try
You got me sweatin', workin' stressin' on this 24/7
An alibi
No beginning, never ending, average life
No thank you I'd rather spank you and just f*ck for the night
Yeah it sucks, but I'm right
And while you still won't admit it
How you flaunt that ass to cop the cash but won't let no one hit it
Just another gimmic
Waste of my minutes
You make me sick like god damn dude
What a b*tch
[Hook: Tom Pepe]

I'm not talking about the queens
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the sisters
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the young ladies
But (what?) the b*tches
The b*tches, the b*tches, the b*tches
(You b*tch!)

I'm not talking about the queens
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the sisters
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the young ladies
But (what?) the b*tches
The b*tches, the b*tches, the b*tches
(You b*tch!)

[Verse 3: Jester]

Yo now ladies don't get this sh*t twisted
You thinkin' you the victim here and b*tch about this image
That you brought apon yourself
So sh*ts not all well
We be judgin' you be frontin' arguments it's all hell
Now I'm sittin' while I'm splittin' an ounce with [?]
I can tell my homies stressed out
No doubt what it's about
Whether lyin', or the fakin', or the blatant drug takin'
Not naming anybody
'Cause f*ck it don't gotta say it
You know who you be
Not tryna take responnsibility
Superficial disabilities man y'all be killin' me
Walk like you're the sh*t
Even talk as if
But y'all be suckin' mad younger di*k
It's not that hip
You silly girls
Gettin' quite bent off two beers
Then they gettin' with my friend and me both on new years
So I keep the bleezys tight
You got the weed I bring a light
Turn the anger down girl
It's what we all thinkin' like
[Hook: Tom Pepe]

I'm not talking about the queens
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the sisters
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the young ladies
But (what?) the b*tches
The b*tches, the b*tches, the b*tches
(You b*tch!)

I'm not talking about the queens
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the sisters
But (what?) the b*tches
Not the young ladies
But (what?) the b*tches
The b*tches, the b*tches, the b*tches
(You b*tch!)