Bitches (Explicit)

Bitches (碧池) - Devlin

Written by：C. Hanlon/J. Devlin

I see men that are b**ches I see

I should leave them with stitches I should

I'm like leave them they're fishes f**k 'em

Megalodon Megalodon

I'm a great white shark too big for the pond

Stones sticks come on

A lot of men move so wrong

I can't hack it you little maggots roll on roll on

Get back stay away from me stay back

I gave some men their careers

And they wanna try shitting on me me

When I'm Tyson I'm biting your ears rah

For as far as the eye can see

I see men that wanna flex like women

Chat sh*t behind backs and then shake hands woah

Cos they ain't got it in 'em

B**ches b**ches

I see a lot of men that wanna flex like b**ches b**ches

All the fakers haters snakes and the snitches snitches

Why have grown men gotta act like b**ches b**ches

These b**ches

These b**ches these b**ches

B**ches

I would have rolled out to the end you know

And you wanna hate on me who me

I don't need no more new friends

Unless I come across Rachel green Rachel green

Eyes black like the Thames yeah

Fed up of the drama and beef

Why have grown men gotta get feelings

I blame shy fx's beat one

Its mad how loud that your actions speak

Poker I'm sat whilst I'm reading faces

I don't like what I see

They got their eyes on me

Sheep wanna follow a grown men me

Sleep in the hollows and hang from the trees

I don't like what they're talking keep walking

Them man can't cut around me

B**ches

I see a lot of men that wanna flex like b**ches b**ches

All the fakers haters snakes and the snitches snitches

Why have grown men gotta act like b**ches b**ches

These b**ches

These b**ches these b**ches

They say you're not a derogatory term for a female

I'm talking about men that should of been down

And turned out a b**ch

Peace out

We don't need no snake on the team now

Nor never swordsmen sever

These fools that leisure

I've got one better

Entire pool in my whole cellar

Chainsaw call me face or never

And make your decisions more wisely

Sweet feeling you're styley

You're all grown a** men

So stop bringing me down like wifey

All these indirects on the net don't send me a threat

Come find me

Cos you know where we are

In drugnam and in blacked out cars

You b**ches

I see a lot of men that wanna flex like b**ches b**ches

All the fakers haters snakes and the snitches snitches

Why have grown men gotta act like b**ches b**ches

These b**ches

These b**ches these b**ches

These b**ches