Kanye Should’ve Never Married (That b*tch) lyrics

[Intro: Glasses Malone]
Yeah
Now a lot of these misses is gon' try and convince you that we misogynistic
Truth is, most of these misses is just misguided
Joey!

[Verse 1: Joey Westside & Suga Free]
First, you dealing with a true Westside Californian (b*tch)
Rest In Peace DMX here we go again (Ugh)
If your body fake, you don’t get a husband and a diamond
Just di*k and a cubic zirconian
This how L.A. crack (L.A.)
I gotta pay you to date you, that’s where the game at?
You know what I ain't trippin, I got some cake stacked (Yup)
I was tryna get to know you, but if you a prostitute, b*tch, say that
I see you get naked for the gram, why bother—
To take you dinner? Your OnlyFans 9 dollars
Tryna clown a n*gga that couldn’t afford to book ya flight
(Ain't that a b*tch?) You and yourself don’t even look alike
Yes, you a ho, you belong to the street
That’s why you subbing who you f*cking with Justin LaBoy tweets
Yes, yes, you a hoe, you belong to the street (Yeah)
That’s why you subbing who you f*cking with Justin LaBoy tweets (Suga Free)

[Verse 2: Suga Free]
Here go some game—go 'head, take a piece
A cough leaves your mouth at sixty miles per hour, b*tch, get the f*ck away from me
And what the f*ck I look like calling a b*tch "boo"?
An average ordinary motherf*cker like you
(I came to save you from you!) She a fa' sho' hoe
She pulled up on me in roller skates and a yo-yo
Suga Free the P, the—
b*tch, exercise makes you look better naked, and so does tequila
Look at the b*tch stopping traffic like a red light
This is what she do and what she does, n*gga, every night
And this should suit you
I don't care about your past, hoe, I care about your motherf*ckin' future
Haha, what! Church, n*gga
I’m Suga Free the P, I’ll pimp on a b*tch, chilly cold, bruh
Yeah, pimp on, Glasses, she belong to the streets
Whip the cracker, tabernacle, church, n*gga, preach
[Chorus]
That b*tch belongs, that b*tch belongs (Yeah)
To the streets
That b*tch belongs, that b*tch belongs
To the streets
Oh yeah

[Verse 3: Glasses Malone]
Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homie not doing it right
I see you found you a ho that you like
But you can't make a ho a housewife
And when it boils down, you gon' learn in the end
Keepin' that b*tch will have your ass locked in the pen
'Cause some judge done handed you life
Bro, you can't make a ho a housewife
And I can tell you lil' n*ggas from experience (From experience)
Don't do it, bro, point blank, period (Don't do it)
I had one, tried to get serious
Thought I was in love, holding hands at the pier and sh*t
Future lookin' clear as sh*t, talking matrimony (Matrimony)
Had to thank God when I ran into the homies
Learned the whole hood hit (Hit), b*tches ain’t sh*t (sh*t)
Out my 4 (What), hoe you gotta get (Ugh), so split

[Verse 4: Duece Mac]
Aww, sh*t, they done saved the Mac for last
I rather die 'fore I give a punk b*tch a pass
Yeah, I'm hard on 'em, joe, that’s what hoes need
Sleepin' on this mackin', posting fake-ass woke memes
Yeah, I f*cked your mama and your sister, b*tch, yeah, I said it
Why you asking what I text the b*tch? Hoe, you read it
You ain’t ready for the Deuce, hoe, you scared of the truth
And you been f*cking with your face—now, I'm scared of you
Oh you thought cuttin' on yourself was go amp somethin’
I just spent eighty on a Chevy trying to wax something
b*tch told me she ain’t worried 'bout none of that
Homie got forty on something trying to run that
I know you ain’t acting like you hoes worth a little more
I done seen you do a whole lot for a lil' blow
Tryna keep it gangsta but you b*tches belong to the streets
And over here G’z P, and we playing for keeps, ayy
[Chorus]
That b*tch belongs, that b*tch belongs
To the streets
That b*tch belongs, that b*tch belongs
To the streets
Oh yeah (Hey)
That b*tch belongs, that b*tch belongs
To the streets
That b*tch belongs, that b*tch belongs
To the streets
Oh yeah