sometimes i hate bitches they cause so much drama/
cause if i wanted to hear naggin i'd call up my mama/
they put you through so much shit , til you flip/
start screaming pick something up and throw that shit/
and you take your anger out on stuff and dont give a fuck who's there/
she makes your nostrils flare/til you reach and grab to pull out your hair/
now you havin thoughts about killing the bitch/
you open ya dresser to find the tech locked with a clip/
your minds runnin rampid thinkin about shit as you gaze at ya weapon/
like coming home no kiss or hug just a nag every second/
(bitch)why dont you buy me anything i feel so poor/
(bitch) why dont you take me out what you dont love me no more?/
and bitches wonder why the men always go out/
cuz we'll kill ourselves if we spend another second in the house/ and if i catch a bitch cheatin , she gettin a beating/ her and the nigga gonna get hollows thats heat seaking/