Ghostface Killah, Shawn Wigs, Redman - Greedy Bitches lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Shawn Wigs, Redman - Greedy Bitches lyrics]
Theodore Roosevelt
It's the Ed Sullivan Show, ladies & gentlemen
Here we go come on, Theodore, Toney
This one's for the boys and
The girls on the streets
Make sure you listen careful to
The words I speak
Before you get the drawers
And the bitch wanna eat
Make sure you let 'em know
To sign the pussy receipt, and
Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches
(come on)
Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches
(and you)
Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches
(say what)
Greedy bitches, yo, the hoes ate the Oreos
Word to my momma, yo
I hate ya'll greedy bitches
Ya'll greasy, after the club
Want the piece of chicken
Hotel rooms, you better not touch the phone
Uh uh, leave that roof service book alone
Don't ask me, for food, I ain't ask you
Cut through the bullshit
You can just pass the pool
And ya fat friend you brought
She can crash too
But, if ya stomach growling
Hard, I'mma laugh, boo
No Domino's, Papa John's and Waffle House
Frontin' on the pussy
You can throw the dick in your mouth
Straight cock, we in the halls
Yo there's other twat in Trife room
Where them other ho bitches flock
Wigs got it popping
Du-Lilz went bird shopping
He got bird seeds
He's probably getting head whopping
Fucking with you
Yo I hope you ain't cock blocking
I want some pussy now, if not
You can get to hopping
Bounce, muthafuckas talking about you ain't
Giving up no pussy
Yo, this is for them greedy bitches
Who wanna eat off my buck
Who get 99 bananas, cuz you fresh out of luck
I wanna fuck
And you try'nna get a sirloin steak
Little money, backstage passes
And some Oreo cake
You better split if the legs
Don't spread like wings this is Theodore
We more than just suicide kings
Super groupie
That G on your chest stand for greedy
Caught a contact high
Cuz we always bake ziti blow the gerder's
We just wanna puff and sleep not in my bed
I'm try'nna put nut in your cheek
Little squirrel, my twat team stay on alert
I pump iron to them pink
Panties under your skirt why try to scheme
My double stuff cream got 'em all
On a scavenger hunt
Greedy bitch of the month
They want a table, when it's
Time to give pussy, they front
You can't play your boy Wigs
Like I'm some kind of chump
That's right, get 'em out here, yo, Tone
Yo, I get butter, nigga, like Land O' Lake
When bitches see me
They be quick to pump they brakes
But wait, before we fuck, let's make it clear
If you ask me for a dime
Get the fuck out of here
"Aiyo, you broke nigga?" No bitch
You got it wrong
I'm still spending, from Red & Meth sitcom
What you doing? Stripping, grabbing on groin
I bet your momma proud of what you become
I'm on the block getting it, hip hop
Getting it
Blunts got piff in it, new five, whipping it
Shorty like "Redman, buy me a cigarette"
Try'nna get me robbed at the
Store where her niggas at
Greedy bitch, hoods up, hoes down
Get money like Berry, looking for MoTown
And if I'm in your hood, bitch
High as a fuck
Clock the flavor, audio one, your time is up
Bitch
It's the Ed Sullivan Show, ladies & gentlemen
Here we go come on, Theodore, Toney
This one's for the boys and
The girls on the streets
Make sure you listen careful to
The words I speak
Before you get the drawers
And the bitch wanna eat
Make sure you let 'em know
To sign the pussy receipt, and
Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches
(come on)
Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches
(and you)
Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches
(say what)
Greedy bitches, yo, the hoes ate the Oreos
Word to my momma, yo
I hate ya'll greedy bitches
Ya'll greasy, after the club
Want the piece of chicken
Hotel rooms, you better not touch the phone
Uh uh, leave that roof service book alone
Don't ask me, for food, I ain't ask you
Cut through the bullshit
You can just pass the pool
And ya fat friend you brought
She can crash too
But, if ya stomach growling
Hard, I'mma laugh, boo
No Domino's, Papa John's and Waffle House
Frontin' on the pussy
You can throw the dick in your mouth
Straight cock, we in the halls
Yo there's other twat in Trife room
Where them other ho bitches flock
Wigs got it popping
Du-Lilz went bird shopping
He got bird seeds
He's probably getting head whopping
Fucking with you
Yo I hope you ain't cock blocking
I want some pussy now, if not
You can get to hopping
Bounce, muthafuckas talking about you ain't
Giving up no pussy
Yo, this is for them greedy bitches
Who wanna eat off my buck
Who get 99 bananas, cuz you fresh out of luck
I wanna fuck
And you try'nna get a sirloin steak
Little money, backstage passes
And some Oreo cake
You better split if the legs
Don't spread like wings this is Theodore
We more than just suicide kings
Super groupie
That G on your chest stand for greedy
Caught a contact high
Cuz we always bake ziti blow the gerder's
We just wanna puff and sleep not in my bed
I'm try'nna put nut in your cheek
Little squirrel, my twat team stay on alert
I pump iron to them pink
Panties under your skirt why try to scheme
My double stuff cream got 'em all
On a scavenger hunt
Greedy bitch of the month
They want a table, when it's
Time to give pussy, they front
You can't play your boy Wigs
Like I'm some kind of chump
That's right, get 'em out here, yo, Tone
Yo, I get butter, nigga, like Land O' Lake
When bitches see me
They be quick to pump they brakes
But wait, before we fuck, let's make it clear
If you ask me for a dime
Get the fuck out of here
"Aiyo, you broke nigga?" No bitch
You got it wrong
I'm still spending, from Red & Meth sitcom
What you doing? Stripping, grabbing on groin
I bet your momma proud of what you become
I'm on the block getting it, hip hop
Getting it
Blunts got piff in it, new five, whipping it
Shorty like "Redman, buy me a cigarette"
Try'nna get me robbed at the
Store where her niggas at
Greedy bitch, hoods up, hoes down
Get money like Berry, looking for MoTown
And if I'm in your hood, bitch
High as a fuck
Clock the flavor, audio one, your time is up
Bitch