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...
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