M-Child - Dirty b**h (Street) lyrics

[M-Child] [Chorus] (Dirty b**h, a dirty b**h) She's a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h I heard your momma was a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h I heard your sister was a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h Your grandmomma was a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h Your baby-momma was a... [M-Child] Head, freaky hoes, if you want a big dick A n***a with some money but don't ever buy you sh** f**in' in any position plus eatin' up the nut quick A baller type from Orange Mound, M-Child, b**h Hit me up on the horn, booty-calling at the frame I'll be over in a jiffy what's about some Mary Jane Taking these hoes every time I tell 'em my name Shake that hoes like I'm like Michael Jordan, 'cause I've got game Keep my b**hes in line, like motherf**ing Soul Train Get her a puh-perm for the Kamikaze gang-bang Camcorder on the dresser, I tell her whatever Shake it sideways, taking off that tight black leather Dick standing straight up, like a n***a in the Marines Balls hanging like the bandana tied on to my jeans I'll be ready for war; your p**y wet, let's get it on Let me see how you're working, yo, let my dick folly' home [Chorus x2] [???] Tell me n***a, what makes a b**h worth it to be called dirty? The ones who wanna s** on my dick like I'm a Slurpee? Or jerk it, I keep 'em work' it, while my dick she can't burn it Packages going around town, n***a, I know you heard it Money, she don't deserve it; b**h, they make us some work'ets The fact that she done f**ed the whole hood's making me nervous Saying she opened up a business.. b**h, please, I never spend it Kamikaze won't buy, nor lease, or know where we rent it Thought you had me, now didn't you.. 'cause your p**y printed On them tight-a** Capris, macking; n***a, break your knees MC H(?) I be, be spotting them dirty knees Sort 'em out from the ones who be chewing through the holes in the sheets Touch my dick like I sneeze, on a house like Shami's Never sharing my trees, that's for the clique not dirty Asking me for some money; b**h, don't give me your keys It's Kamikaze for life and we talking your dirty knees [Chorus x2] [M-Child] To you haters, I got it made, 'bout b**hes, I'm getting paid Stirring b**hes round and round, like I'm making Kool-aid They be dropping off loot, once I tell them I think they cute And tell them a lie or two, introduce them to my crew Stan Man, MC Mack, thugs from Tha Southside By the time I'm through explaining, big dick they wanna ride Licking they lips, rubbing they twat, yo, come inside Glow-in-the-dark rubber so they p**y can't hide Represent where you from, dirty b**h, your mouth cold Pain is all in your air, plus you got a corn-row I'm just like a leprechaun, where's me pot of gold? I'm trying to bust a million nuts before I get old Never telling my biz, though with the sh** they discuss You never catch me under your blanket licking your sh** up I treat a hoe like a s*ut, when she be acting stuck-up Coming with an attitude, Kamikaze don't give a f** Orange Mound motherf**ers never loving these hoes North Memphis motherf**ers never loving these hoes South Memphis motherf**ers never loving these hoes East Memphis motherf**ers never loving these hoes [Chorus] [M-Child] I heard Trina was a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h I heard that Tosha was a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h I heard Tamaya was a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h I heard Ayza was a dirty b**h...