Bitchezwit Dikz Lyrics - Jeru The Damaja

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F/ lil dap miz marvel
Intro: jeru the damaja

Yes yescheck it out right here now knowhatimean?
Henryville the muthafuckin bitchez wit dikz

That's in the midst
Of the real brothers whose the true wondersknowhatimsayin? talkin all that xxxx about this and this and thatbut fakin xxxx i'mma drop it like this{jeru the damaja
Bad xxxxxxx and techs and sound affects
Talk but skate like tara lipinski when xxxx get hec-tic
Out in brooklyn too late you's a vick

And if spend major dough on a hoe you a xxxxx xxx trick

Pimps and players no i'm not a hater'cause i smashed it off she bust me down i ain't pay her

Shoutin youse a regulator
Soft like c3po but pop xxxx like darth vader

For princess leia with flesh hard like shaggy

Your booty when xxxx get raw you doo like scooby
I'm snatching chains mics and those platinum groupies
Dutches chins and hips get twist
And let it be known i eat ya'll pussies like a porno movie

Drop that xxxxx with a dick and get a nigga like this

Chorus: jeru the damaja (miz marvel)you never see him the in the ghetto (bitchez wit dikz)

Think they pimps but they tricks (bitchez wit dikz)

Turn to states evidence (bitchez wit dikz)

When beef come they skip (bitchez wit dikz)

*bitch!*

You never see him the in the ghetto (bitchez wit dikz)

Think they pimps but they tricks (bitchez wit dikz)

When beef come they skip (bitchez wit dikz)

Turn to states evidence (bitchez wit dikz)

*bitch!*
{lil dap

You niggas are like east new york waste spit in your face

Open your mouth swallow the taste listen to the pace

It's like showin the love the same thing as pullin the club

Spit it out ya hoes know what this xxxx is about

Bitchez wit dicks and make a nigga mad as shit

Cough the cough when singing thru the streets of new york

Holdin it down but wavin my banner all around'cause these whole xxxxxxxxxxxxx wanna round are town
Thinkin they down but don't know bk grounds

*bitch!*
Chorus
{miz marvel

The next contestant left to be a secret lethal weapon

Against half steppin niggas is fake

I scope them first impression

Take the mics possession with the greatest discretion

And quick wit fully equipped mental lie detection

Ya eyes cross like an intersection

You forget to count your blessings all in the mix

Sold your soul for it's weight in gold bricks

Bitchez wit dikz with chips like chicks

Only talk with snares and tits

In the time of revolution be the first to submit

Try to be god but there mental seem unfit

Speakin mathematics but quick to kiss a crucifix

Won't admit that their style is rip and counterfeited

Contradict sell their men to bang their fit a moving target
Thrown into the bottomless pit bitchez wit dikz

Chorus
(bitch! scratched over and over)

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