B**ches-Nicholas Payton

B**ches - Nicholas Payton B*tches love them everyday B*tches got to get away B*tches leading me astray B*tches from the good lords way B*tches no it's so cliche B*tches can't ever be I say B*tches oh even on desmund day B*tches for my soul please pray Now I've got a problem You might help to solve You see I always have a thing for b*tches Since I was 5'2 feet tall No matter what I do Can't seem to get off this monkey out my back I got a list of a chance getting off b*tches Got 'em troops coming home for my rag Talking about b*tches All up in my face B*tches got to entertain B*tches loving me both ways B*tches vanilla just in case B*tches in into stellar space B*tches or just in fishnet lane B*tches always leave a trace B*tches we'll be my coup' de grace Now here's a little stone ray You might find hard to believe You happen once upon a time The night before christmas eve I know it must be too 'cause I heard From rudolf himself He says santa got so fed up with miss claus boobs Baby cheating with her now Talking about B*tches walking down the street B*tches oh looking so d*mn sweet B*tches wanna rings I see B*tches to my dead moon swing B*tches never on the screen B*tches have your p*nis in the scene B*tches sliding down my seat B*tches on my sausage meat B*tches B*tches B*tches B*tches B*tches B*tches B*tches B*tches B*tches B*tches no it's so cliche B*tches can't ever be I say B*tches oh even on desmund day B*tches for my soul please pray