Diet Coke Slutz - KnowMads

I’m not talking about the queens

But (what?) the bitches

Not the sisters

But (what?) the bitches

Not the young ladies

But (what?) the bitches

The bitches, the bitches, the bitches

(Bitch!)

You need to get on up off of that bullshit and quit fighitin' that feelin'

Know what I’m sayin'

Check, check

Yo, yo bitches be trippin' 'cause we high and smoke bud

Well I’m sick of taking shit from all you diet coke slutz

Wit-cha mood swings

Always changing like ya temper

Two faced by Tuesday

And they be takin' all ya splenda

For they fake sweet smile and they pleasant conversation

Tell the homie drop the phony

'Cause ain’t none of them we’re chasin'

Waistin' my time and they got me waitin' months

And I quit skatin' 'cause I got bored of tricks and stunts

It ain’t to bad fuck it

Now I’m rollin' mad blunts

Clownin' girls I had once

And smokin' like a hand gun

But what’s the effort

'Cause I’ve never scored the spoils of labor

I mean that most my nuts get busted in some toilet paper

When these virgin impersonating angels

Who third basin' on the first date until regurgitation

Don’t play games bitch I’m callin' it quits

I’ll make you swallow your words just like you swallowed a dick

I’m not talking about the queens

But (what?) the bitches

Not the sisters

But (what?) the bitches

Not the young ladies

But (what?) the bitches

The bitches, the bitches, the bitches

(You Bitch!)

I’m not talking about the queens

But (what?) the bitches

Not the sisters

But (what?) the bitches

Not the young ladies

But (what?) the bitches

The bitches, the bitches, the bitches

(You Bitch!)

Yo to all the young ladies and respectable women in this room

Just hold your ears real tight

Don’t listen this one’s not for you

No I’m talking about

A whole different kind of genre

They won’t let you hit the blunt

They’d even talk about-cha mama

But you won’t talk for months if they hear you got with Sandra

But by the next night after 3 Mikes

Ooh she’s all up on ya

The conversations nonsense

At least I’m bein' honest

If this relationship was worth two pennies I’d probably pawn it

But you can’t blame this brotha

Because baby, I had to try

You got me sweatin', workin' stressin' on this 24/7

An alibi

No beginning, never ending, average life

No thank you I’d rather spank you and just fuck for the night

Yeah it sucks, but I’m right

And while you still won’t admit it

How you flaunt that ass to cop the cash but won’t let no one hit it

Just another gimmic

Waste of my minutes

You make me sick like god damn dude

What a bitch

I’m not talking about the queens

But (what?) the bitches

Not the sisters

But (what?) the bitches

Not the young ladies

But (what?) the bitches

The bitches, the bitches, the bitches

(You Bitch!)

I’m not talking about the queens

But (what?) the bitches

Not the sisters

But (what?) the bitches

Not the young ladies

But (what?) the bitches

The bitches, the bitches, the bitches

(You Bitch!)

Yo now ladies don’t get this shit twisted

You thinkin' you the victim here and bitch about this image

That you brought apon yourself

So shits not all well

We be judgin' you be frontin' arguments it’s all hell

Now I’m sittin' while I’m splittin' an ounce with

I can tell my homies stressed out

No doubt what it’s about

Whether lyin', or the fakin', or the blatant drug takin'

Not naming anybody

'Cause fuck it don’t gotta say it

You know who you be

Not tryna take responnsibility

Superficial disabilities man y’all be killin' me

Walk like you’re the shit

Even talk as if

But y’all be suckin' mad younger dick

It’s not that hip

You silly girls

Gettin' quite bent off two beers

Then they gettin' with my friend and me both on new years

So I keep the bleezys tight

You got the weed I bring a light

Turn the anger down girl

It’s what we all thinkin' like

I’m not talking about the queens

But (what?) the bitches

Not the sisters

But (what?) the bitches

Not the young ladies

But (what?) the bitches

The bitches, the bitches, the bitches

(You Bitch!)

I’m not talking about the queens

But (what?) the bitches

Not the sisters

But (what?) the bitches

Not the young ladies

But (what?) the bitches

The bitches, the bitches, the bitches

(You Bitch!)