b*tch Be a b*tch lyrics

[Hook]
You let a b*tch be a b*tch, and a ho be a ho [x4]
You got the game f*cked up and I'mma let you know
You let a b*tch be a b*tch, and a ho be a ho [x3]

[Quis]
You know how these hoes be
Most of them stone cold freaks
I'm iced up and you not, so she chose me
What you the police? Loosen up them cuffs
Lil boy you must be nuts wifin up that damn sl*t
But you ain't heard all the rumors?
You don't know by the rep?
Why you trying to keep a b*tch that don't wanna be kept
Now it seem like everyday its something new
Trying to argue over a ho, man wassup witchu?
We beefin over b*tches now? Whats the world coming to?
You should be proud that a b*tch thats f*cking me is f*cking you
(Man but I love her!)
Shutup, let me talk for a second
Cause all this arguing back and forth is really getting pathetic
At first I only f*cked the b*tch just to teach you a lesson
Now I'm scared you gone kill yo self how much you stressin
At the end of the day, a ho gone be a ho
I'm on my street lord sh*t, never love em like my dough
[Hook]

[Payroll]
4-1
You let a b*tch be a b*tch, don't f*ck up the rules
You put yo trust in a ho, you getting set up to lose
I been f*ckin hella hoes since my younger days
I den see it all, heard it all, I know how these b*tches play
I know this ho from round the way, that got cuffed by a lame
While she running round f*cking every n*gga with a name
She a cute b*tch, but really she a rat ho
I ain't even get a room, I f*cked her on the trap floor
Naw I ain't a as*h*le, I'm just being real
This b*tch out here hoeing, and got her n*gga ready to kill
He all beefing with hoods, tryin to claim his goods
I wasn't raised that way, dude I wish I would
I'll let a ho go quicker than a low bow
She f*cking withcha enemies, you know thats a low blow
But she really ain't caring, and she had a n*gga starin
But she f*cking everybody going overboard with sharing

[Hook]

[Kid]
Suck it up, n*gga don't be a dumb f*ck
Yo b*tch cold hearted, n*gga so button up
Let her get the wifey role you must be dumb as f*ck
She'll let the crew hit if she get drunk enough
What the f*ck, wrong with you n*ggas?
That's everybody ho she don't belong to you n*gga
It was only right to make a song to you n*ggas
Not a diss, so don't take it wrong lil n*ggas
I'm trying to put you on some game
My man say he saw her slanging pus*y up on backpage
Give her 20, no prob blow job
An extra 40? She go dumb as ghost ride
Don't stick by that ho side, all she doing is cheating
Only time she ain't f*ckin is when she come on bleeding [Ugh]
Don't be a fool
You hear all the rumors and they true
Let that ho do what she do
[Hook]

[Dre]
You let a b*tch be a b*tch
I'mma put her in her place
I ain't got time to waste
b*tch I'm on a paper chase
See you chase these hoes
I chase this bread
I'm at the crib in yo bed
Getting some head
You a lame
I'm a baller
I prolly get the pus*y and prolly won't call her
See I don't trust hoes
I'd rather count my paper
Show every weekend gotta get this paper
f*ck a hater
And f*ck a ho
I'd rather cop jewels in the dark yeah they glow [Bling!]
Got killas from 7 mile to the Mo
f*cked her on the bed, then we went to the floor
She really ain't sh*t, but she a bad ass ho [Bad b*tch!]
f*ck with every n*gga from the hood that got dough
She wanna f*ck me, now she wanna f*ck pay
b*tch you don't know Doughboyz don't play?
[Hook]