Bitches know my name
Bitches know my face
Bitches see me face, Bitches say: “There he is”
Bitches see me and they say: “There is the man, he’s made out of steel, hard like a rock, 100% man…baby, baby, he’s got what I need…walking the streets. Step back, this man is like a dangerous lethal weapon.”
Black, White,
Day and night;
Orange, Curly,
Straight, Wavy.
L’oreal,
Chanel,
99 cent store,
Swap meet,
Beverly Hills,
Middle of nowhere
Bitches, know me.
Bitches.
Bitches.
Bitches know me.