Bitchertation Lyrics by Foggieraw
Okay, so I got a joke, I got a joke
What is longest rope in the world?
It’s Europe
Okay, I done stepped in with a new flow
Mayne, this one’s like an innovation
Man, hell with them niggas all dissin’, mayne
Tell them niggas to put it in a dissertation
Man, hell with them niggas all ***, mayne
Tell them niggas to put it in a bitche-tation
He told on all three of his friends
What is he? A triple agent?
Ight, the Democrats hate how I’m spending
They wanna legislate it
But then you got Republicans tearing my neighborhood
They tryna renovate it
Mayne, she thought I was a player ‘fore I even played her
I’m like, “Chick, can I at least demonstrate it?”
Okay, I done broke through too much hate
That I cannot just sit and be hating
I done studied God’s ways, so I cannot be a student of Satan
Chick, this a satin shirt
Could you please stop callin’ it “Satan”?
Not too many rappers make it from my city
Them niggas just sit in the basement but not Rap City
See, I’m loved by young and old women like even, Rapsody
But she hate when I call her old, so she started huffin’
She’s mad at me
Sayin’ she’s done with me, now she’s practicing chastity
She’s becoming the cat lady now, she won’t show no one that kitty
I’m like, “Chick, I ain’t Justin Timberlake, I won’t show no one that titty.”
Hurry, hurry, I don’t got all day, you ain’t that pretty
My daughter wanna dye her hair green like the Powerpuff
Mix the Matsumoto with vintage Polo, that’s fly as ***
Could’ve fell in love at a younger age but my timing suck
She got a behind I cannot put behind
Forgot about revenge, you keep poppin’ up and reminding us
Hope you had a good fifteen minutes of fame, your time’s up
Matter fact, take you a hour
I know you niggas want nothing more than money and power
What? You found somebody new outta the blue
So now you sleepin’ on somebody’s bed outta the red
What? You went to art school, how you outta the hue?
I went to a declassified school like I was Ned, what?
I thought that I was so in there like I was Greg
Y’all thought I was done, y’all left me there for dead
But I kept a .22 instead and shot it like Michael Redd
Doo-doo-doo, now he’s dead, I don’t give a *** ’bout what he said, what!
Ride around the street, gotta creep, got a Tahoe
Ride around the street, gotta speak, I said, “Hi, ***”
Niggas hope to end me, give a *** ’bout yo’ *** hopes
Rock so much Polo, you can’t knock me off my *** horse
Bad mamacita, I said, “Damn,” I said, “Hi,” of course
Mama want a Porsche, how the hell is I’m gon’ buy a Porsche?
Married to the game, how hell is I gon’ divorce?
Niggas ain’t got no game, tryna take you from me by force
*** dorks
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s been an honor and a privilege
But not for me, yeah
Thank you, thank you, it’s been a Foggie night