Two Type Of Bitches Lyrics

Two Type Of Bitches Lyrics

[Bun B:]
Well it's big Bun Beeda I built the track
With girls with tens and the b**ches back
It ain't nowhere fans a bunch with these sl*ts
Just shake your butts and bring back that stack (stack)
The mack is back and he's sittin on chrome
With a piece of chain or Herringbone or nugget (nugget)
That don't mean him a real live hoe
You ain't ready to roll then go on then, f**k it
Out them ducats, hoes better recognize
Niggaz better recollect, Bun finna regulate
I hit yo' town (what) find me a hoe stroll
Leave that b**ch dry and head to another state (hold up)
Me and my brother can't wait when it come to the red
Cause we about that cash, cash
So if we can't convince ya we'll take your sister
Hit the highway and mash

[Chorus: Bun B]
You got, b**ches that will and you got b**ches that won't
Man you got, b**ches that do and you got b**ches that don't
Man you got, b**ches that can and you got b**ches that cain't
You got b**ches that know they are and b**ches know that they ain't
No down b**ch

[Pimp C:]
Some girls suck, some don't dare
Some girls f**k, some don't care
I like the girl with the pussy hair
My partner Mike Mo like the pussy bare
Some girls scream, some girls moan
Swang Big Dick, swang Sweet Jones
Go and get the myth out the cobra head
Girl got down you niggaz scared
I got a young yellow b**ch, I'ma sing it loud
With a four-inch corner of jet-mink hair
Between her legs is where it great
And get the money out the nigga when she go on a date
I stay caked up, rocked up
Magnum rubbers stay socked up
I ain't tryin to get the wet dick
Hold my good but she ain't that slick
I know you want this high-dollar cum
b**ch know I got money, wanna get her some
b**ch you must, done lost your mind
The trick's niggaz over there, you better get on the grind

[Chorus]

[Dizzee Rascal:]
b**ches not flexin ain't much good
I should and I would keep clear if I could
But when I do I just CAWN'T get away
Cause I gotta f**k all day every day
That leaves me run loco for real
All these chickenheads lie about deal
Ain't gotta do it up to make me chill
Find a good spot on the floor and kneel!
Know that my heart's in between my fires
Though I can't take when they look in my eyes
Lookin for love that's no surprise
Comin up off, that's family ties
Then I hit it from the back, all the way
Slap that back and just lock cross say
Not freeze out without no delay
Girls in the chat, I ain't got sh*t to say

[Chorus]

[LOOOONG Outro of Pimpin' Ken ad libs]