Dr. Dooom - Bitch Gets No Love Lyrics

Yo J, you bought this bitch's food
Yo, these bitches ain't payin' for shit
They up here eatin' and gettin' ready to plan
To go to somebody else's house after this
They usin' us man, fuck this

Look hear bitch

Bitch you got a fat stomach
Your braids look tacky and you're fuckin' broke
Like Rakim said, "I ain't no joke"

You're posin' as a high-class stinky-ass hoodrat
Fuck behind any man's back, bum bitch at the Shark Bar
Lookin' like an aardvark with a fucked up parked car

Got the nerve to have a diamond
I'm embarrassed you keep rhymin'
Fuck you Simple Simon, materialistic and twisted
Fake mink, buy your own fuckin' drink

Big shots sport you but you got a fuckin' weave
And I can even grab a white girl
And a black woman body in my world
Beverly Hills flashy shit, you on some classy girl shit
Drivin' a drug dealer's BMW
Your license ain't even fuckin' legit

Just stop and quit it, you need to admit it
You're broke and strippin'
Livin' in the Motel 8, you're fuckin' jailbait
Tattoos with names on your arms
Bighead babies with diapers, frontin' fucks

Gettin' in a basketball player's Mercedes
Fucked up faces tryin' to hang in romantic places
Get the fuck out of here
Your friends too they gon' need some ends too

Look for somethin', what?
With funky-ass G strings all up in your butt
Way to feed this elephant, this bitch is always hungry
Ghetto superstar tryin' to be intelligent

Look hear bitch

Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
Look hear bitch
Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
Look hear bitch

Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
Look hear bitch
Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
And I said, "Look hear bitch"

Peep game at the frame stand
You ugly bitches front on my man
Not my type, the assholes
That always wear them black pants
Thinkin' they hype, con women, parasites

Lick a nigga ass in valet parkin'
Just to get a Puff Daddy ticket
Them corny bitches livin' wicked
Guest-list bitch, wearin' Tommy Girl cologne over piss
Wantin' motherfuckers to call her Miss

In the club, you try to look like
Deborah Cox with a fucked up house
I bet you got roaches and mouse
Look at sperm around your fuckin' mouth
You can't even cook a meal right
Like a good woman down South

Runnin' your mouth with a million dollar pussy stinkin'
There's Massengil on the table while you rollin' a blunt
Watchin' En Vogue on the cable, gettin' your hair sewed in
'Cause your facial expression, lookin' like a fuckin' rodent

Loosen up bitch, stiff like the Tin Man
Don't even lingerie, always talkin' about your dead man
Used to be a gangster, I don't wanna hear that shit I'm eatin'
I got some fine Puerto Rican girls I'm meeting

Y'all stay with these wack-ass has-beens
I'm leavin' with the quickness
Y'all plastic monkeys at the Greek picnics

Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
Look hear bitch
Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
Look hear bitch

Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
Look hear bitch
Bitch gets no love, bitch gets no love
I said, "Look hear bitch"

Bitch gets no love