Lyrics

[Hook:] My bitch don't even like me, my bitch don't even like me I'm not gonna lie, though, that shit kind of excites me My bitch don't even like me, my bitch don't even like me (Chika chika, chika chika) Son, your bitch thinking you the man is so last year I mean, what if she liked you better if you wasn't even there? I said, give me one more snake face be out Eating my food, sitting on my chair in my house What? That great ass brought you far enough I know I'm hard to love but this is hardly what's up That's some nerve, you knew I was a disrespectful rapper You know what happens when you disrespect a rapper You get a song made. I ain't no backstabber But if you ain't no Queen, I ain't no Frank Zappa I'm a character, you need a nigga straight up Straight up? Shut your face up This is not like me not liking your makeup This is more like you not fucking with my makeup Tell you what. Ask me if I care If you hate it so much, shit, what you still doing here? [Hook] So what's the deal? Ten minutes ago you was sucking my dick Ten minutes from now you'll tell me "Nigga, you ain't shit!" Which one is it? This relationship is not a pair of shoes I ain't got time to just stand here while you choose I get it, you want a prince and I'm more like Mike Bad as a motherfucker when on my mic Stop moonwalking 'round the situation, though, confess Quit your fucking diatribe and get undressed This is not like me not liking those heels This is more like you not fucking with my ideals Everyone bragging how they the best in the world Shirt's the worst - I can't even impress my girl My bitch don't even like me, my bitch don't even like me