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Utwór: Welfare bitches

  • wykonawca: Willie D
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[ 'welfare bitch' 1 ]
   Girl, your foodstamps ain't came yet
   [ 'welfare bitch' 2 ]
   Girl, you're late, I got my shit and traded it in for a leather skirt
   [ 'welfare bitch' 1 ]
   Them muthafuckas ain't send me my shit yet
   But tomorrow I'm goin down there clown they muthafuckin ass
   [ 'welfare bitch' 2 ]
   I know that's right, girl...
  
   [ VERSE 1: Willie D ]
   Dee's about to cold get funky
   On you welfare bitches around the country
   I don't give a damn if you like me or not
   But this bullshit you're doin has got to stop
   You're playin the government for a sucker
   What you don't know is they're hip to you muthafuckas
   Droppin babies one after another one
   Just to increase your funky-ass income
   Welfare bitch, welfare bitch if you could see
   For this purpose, cause I believe
   That a child should be born out of love
   Dumb-ass bitch, you was only thinkin of
   The money which is for the kid indeed
   But you took it and satisfied your own damn needs
   You ain't about shit, you only love uno
   One of these days there ain't gonna be no
  
   Welfare
   Yeah
   Welfare bitches
  
   Welfare
   Yeah
   (Keep away from)
   Welfare bitches
  
   [ VERSE 2: Willie D ]
   Sit around gettin high and drunk
   Waitin on the muthafuckin first of the month
   They never looked for a j-o-b
   Cause they're too busy watchin the soaps on ABC
   You realize it's only make-believe
   But yet when one died get shocked and grieve
   Thank Scorpio or Lucy or the rest of the crew?
   Give a fuck about a po' broke hoe like you?
  
   Welfare
   Yeah
   (Keep away from)
   Welfare bitches
  
   [ VERSE 3: Willie D ]
   Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
   Will trade foodstamps in a jet flash
   A $65 bill get you 50 in cash
   They're the muthafuckas that's makin it hard
   For the people who really need the government involved
   They have their kids lookin a mess
   While they walk around sportin Gucci and Guess
   You say you love your kids, that's a goddamn lie
   I said it, you wanna know why?
   Cause you'se a welfare bitch, a welfare bitch
   So is your man
   Here's his muthafuckin plan
   He don't have to work as long as he sees
   A welfare bitch that supports his needs
   He get the three p's every goddamn day
   Pussy, pay, and a place to stay
   You're a sorry muthafucka if you live this way
   You need your ass whipped, that's what I say
   I ain't livin life with a dumb po' broke hoe
   Willie the kid don't fuck with no
  
   Welfare
   Yeah
   (Keep away from)
   Welfare bitches
  
   [ VERSE 4: Willie D ]
   Welfare bitches can't do a muthafuckin thang for me
   But suck my dick, cause I don't want the pussy
   You fuck em one time and the goddamn whores
   'll get pregant and swear up and down that it's yours
   I got the money so you wanna get hit
   Don't tell me that you're pregnant cause I ain't claimin shit
   Don't try to play me cause I can't be pussy-whipped
   So stay out my face and get off my dick
  
   (I tell you, mister
   I keeps me a welfare bitch
   How ya think I got this Benz?
   I tell ya
   I keeps on zipped pockets
   You can ask your mama there
   I always get the three p's
   She give me the damn three p's every goddamn day
   Bitch treat me better than she treat her kids
   You know
   Anywhere in the Nickel
   Down the [Name], the Bottom
   And ask em do they know [Name]
   They'll tell you
   Yeah, he take a bitch to get the check
   I'm lyin?
   You could ask your mama
   Maybe her son don't know
   I tell you this though
   I keeps on reptiles, leather, gold
   Anytime you see me I'm ridin
   Cause your mama bought me a gas car
   Yeah
   Think I'm lyin?
   Ask your daddy, he was there
   I pimped your father
   I could tell he's a hoe
   He a punk
   Ha-ha
   I go down there and tell em I want this
   Then make sure your mama get it for me
   Cause I'm the man down there
   You can ask anybody who runs the welfare bitches in the Ward
   Not this, not that
   I'm the man!
   Anybody comin down here talkin bout where they from, what they do
   They don't do a damn thing
   I do it all
   I keeps the bitches...)

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