Dirty Bitch (Street) Lyrics
[M-Child] [Chorus]
(Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch)
She's a dirty bitch, a dirty bitch
I heard your momma was a dirty bitch, a dirty bitch
I heard your sister was a dirty bitch, a dirty bitch
Your grandmomma was a dirty bitch, a dirty bitch
Your baby-momma was a...
[M-Child]
Head, freaky hoes, if you want a big dick
A nigga with some money but don't ever buy you shit
Fuckin' in any position plus eatin' up the nut quick
A baller type from Orange Mound, M-Child, bitch
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 bitches in line, like motherfucking 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 nigga in the Marines
Balls hanging like the bandana tied on to my jeans
I'll be ready for war; your pussy wet, let's get it on
Let me see how you're working, yo, let my dick folly' home
[Chorus x2]
[???]
Tell me nigga, what makes a bitch worth it to be called dirty?
The ones who wanna suck 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, nigga, I know you heard it
Money, she don't deserve it; bitch, they make us some work'ets
The fact that she done fucked the whole hood's making me nervous
Saying she opened up a business.. Bitch, 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 pussy printed
On them tight-ass Capris, macking; nigga, 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; bitch, 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 bitches, I'm getting paid
Stirring bitches 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 pussy can't hide
Represent where you from, dirty bitch, 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 shit they discuss
You never catch me under your blanket licking your shit up
I treat a hoe like a slut, when she be acting stuck-up
Coming with an attitude, Kamikaze don't give a fuck
Orange Mound motherfuckers never loving these hoes
North Memphis motherfuckers never loving these hoes
South Memphis motherfuckers never loving these hoes
East Memphis motherfuckers never loving these hoes
[Chorus]
[M-Child]
I heard Trina was a dirty bitch, a dirty bitch
I heard that Tosha was a dirty bitch, a dirty bitch
I heard Tamaya was a dirty bitch, a dirty bitch
I heard Ayza was a dirty bitch...