BEN FOLDS B****ES AIN'T S***T (EXPLICIT VERSION) LYRICS

b****es ain't s***t, b****es ain't s***t
b****es ain't s***t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the d***
Lets get the f*** out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
I used to know a b**** named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*** the hoes at night
Tighter than a m****rfuckin' gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the m****fuckin' Compton streets

Peep that s***t, got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my m****fuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*** where the b**** was at
But she was hangin' with a white b**** doin' the s***t she do
Suckin' on his d*** just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothin'
Now she's suing cuz the s***t she be doin' ain't s***t

b****es can't hang with the streets
She found herself short
Now she's takin' me to court
That's some real conversation for your a**

I once had a b**** named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The p**** was the bomb, had a n**** on sprung
I was in love like a m****fucka lickin' the protung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure n****s wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time

I'm back in the m****fuckin' county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My n**** D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got the news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
Now I already gotta do
Some m****fuckin chin checkin

Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the door, I look on the floor
It's my little cousin Daz and he's f***in' my hoe
I uncocked my s***t...
I'm heart-broke but I'm still locked
Man, f*** that b****!
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b****es ain't s***t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the d***
Gets the f*** out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
I used to know a b**** named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*** the hoes at night
Tighter than a m****rfuckin' gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the m****fuckin' Compton streets

Peep that s***t got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my m****fuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*** where the b**** was at
But she was hangin' with a white b**** doin' the s***t she do
Suckin' on his d*** just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothin'
Now she's suing cuz the s***t she be doin' ain't s***t

b****es can't hang with the streets
She found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
That's some real conversation for your a**
b****es can't hang with the streets
b****es can't hang with the streets
b****es can't hang with the streets
b****es can't hang with the streets