Lyrics Real Bitch by Khia

Real b*t*hes back in
I came here to win, you hoes came here to pretend
I'ma show you rap hoes how to get y'all sh*t up, yeah

First thing first (Huh?)
I ain't gotta f**k a rap n***a for a verse (Not at all)
And I'll never let a n***a trick me for a purse
So all you unemployed hoes, come and get this work (Work)
You b*t*hes sleazy, this sh*t way too easy
City love me, I'm puttin' on like Jeezy (I'm puttin' on)
I ain't asthmatic, but this spit game wheezy (Hah-hah)
Put these rap hoes on a plate just to feed me
I'm getting greedy, I'm big key (Yeah)
I'm not sweet, I check hoеs (Check 'em)
Steady sh*ttin' on thеse b*t*hes, where the Pepto? (Where the Pepto?)
Yo' n***a wanna taste, I give 'em wet nose (Huh, Huh)
Taking b*t*hes' n***as, ho, you lucky if he make it home

I'm a, real b*t*h (Real b*t*h), don't fold
F**k a n***a, get paid, that's code (That's code)
I don't choose, bad b*t*hes get chose
These hoes way too weak, I'm cold (I'm cold)
I'm a, real b*t*h (Real b*t*h), don't fold
F**k a n***a, get paid, that's code (That's code)
I don't choose, bad b*t*hes get chose
These hoes way too weak, I'm cold
I'm a, real b*t*h with a real bag
Ayy, word to Miami, b*t*h, I'm real bad
New n***a, new money, that's a real brag
I ain't stuntin' no n***a that I been had

I'm a real b*t*h
You a fake b*t*h, red flag
(What you doin'?) Nothin', sh*t
Makin' hoes mad
B*t*h, I just signed with QC and got a big bag
And finna show you why these ratchet b*t*hes real ga**ed
Watch me take yo' n***a, like I take his d**k
He want a dog a** b*t*h, until I show him some tricks
I'm a big dog, b*t*h
Don't compare me to simps (Don't compare me, ho)
My two kids was born rich, why you work at a temp?

I'm a, real b*t*h (Real b*t*h), don't fold
F**k a n***a, get paid, that's code (That's code)
I don't choose, bad b*t*hes get chose
These hoes way too weak, I'm cold
I'm a, real b*t*h (Real b*t*h), don't fold
F**k a n***a, get paid, that's code (That's code)
I don't choose, bad b*t*hes get chose
These hoes way too weak, I'm cold
My neck, and my wrist
He ain't gotta check, he ain't talkin' bout sh*t
Doggin' these n***as every time that I spit
Say he want Lakeyah, I done came up on a lick
Ice out my neck, and my wrist
He ain't gotta check, he ain't talkin' bout sh*t
Doggin' these n***as every time that I spit
Say he want Lakeyah, I done came up on a lick
N***a, run me that sh*t