Kanye Should’ve Never Married (That Bitch)

[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 (Bitch)
Rest In Peace DMX here we go again (Ugh)
If your body fake, you don’t get a husband and a diamond
Just dick 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, bitch, say that
I see you get naked for the gram, why bother—
To take you dinner? Your OnlyFans 9 dollars
Tryna clown a nigga that couldn’t afford to book ya flight
(Ain't that a bitch?) You and yourself don’t even look alike
Yes, you a ho, you belong to the street
That’s why you subbing who you fucking with Justin LaBoy tweets
Yes, yes, you a hoe, you belong to the street (Yeah)
That’s why you subbing who you fucking 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, bitch, get the fuck away from me
And what the fuck I look like calling a bitch "boo"?
An average ordinary motherfucker 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—
Bitch, exercise makes you look better naked, and so does tequila
Look at the bitch stopping traffic like a red light
This is what she do and what she does, nigga, every night
And this should suit you
I don't care about your past, hoe, I care about your motherfuckin' future
Haha, what! Church, nigga
I’m Suga Free the P, I’ll pimp on a bitch, chilly cold, bruh
Yeah, pimp on, Glasses, she belong to the streets
Whip the cracker, tabernacle, church, nigga, preach

[Chorus]
That bitch belongs, that bitch belongs (Yeah)
To the streets
That bitch belongs, that bitch 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 bitch 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' niggas 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 shit
Future lookin' clear as shit, talking matrimony (Matrimony)
Had to thank God when I ran into the homies
Learned the whole hood hit (Hit), bitches ain’t shit (Shit)
Out my 4 (What), hoe you gotta get (Ugh), so split

[Verse 4: Duece Mac]
Aww, shit, they done saved the Mac for last
I rather die 'fore I give a punk bitch 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 fucked your mama and your sister, bitch, yeah, I said it
Why you asking what I text the bitch? Hoe, you read it
You ain’t ready for the Deuce, hoe, you scared of the truth
And you been fucking 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
Bitch 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 bitches belong to the streets
And over here G’z P, and we playing for keeps, ayy

[Chorus]
That bitch belongs, that bitch belongs
To the streets
That bitch belongs, that bitch belongs
To the streets
Oh yeah (Hey)
That bitch belongs, that bitch belongs
To the streets
That bitch belongs, that bitch belongs
To the streets
Oh yeah