The Women in My Family Are b*tches lyrics

The women in my family are b*tches.
Cranky b*tches.
Stuck up b*tches.
Customer service turned sour b*tches.
Can I help you? b*tches.
Next in line b*tches.
I like this purse 'cause it makes me look mean b*tches.
Can you take a picture of my outfit
full length,
get the heels in b*tches.
I always wear heels to la fiesta
I never take them off b*tches.
All men will kill you b*tches.
All men will leave you anyway, b*tches.
You better text me when you get home okay b*tches.
Pray before the baby comes b*tches.
Pray before the plane takes off b*tches.
She has my eyes, my big mouth and my fight, b*tches.
Sing to the scabs on her knees when she falls down b*tches.
It's okay not to be liked b*tches.
Give abuelita bendiciones b*tches.
The vengeful, violent,
p*ssed,
prissed,
and polished.
Lipstick stained on an envelope,
I'll be damned if I'm compliant b*tches.
The what did you call to us? What did you say to us? What's that kind of love called again?
b*tches.