[Lyric] Kanye Shouldve Never Married That Bitch (Glasses Malone)

[Intro: Glasses Malone]
Yeah, now a lot of these misses
Will try and convince you, we’re misogynistic
Truth is most of these misses is just misguided

[Verse 1: Joey Westside]
First you dealing with a true Westside Californian
Rest In Peace DMX here we go again
If ya body fake, you don’t get a husband and a diamond
Just dick and a cubic zirconia
This how L.A. crack
I gotta pay you to date you, that’s where the game at?
You know what I ain’t trippin I got some cake stacked
I was tryna get to know you
But if you a prostitute bitch say that
I see you get naked for the gram, why bother
To take you dinner, your Only Fans 9 dollars
Tryna clown a nigga
That couldn’t afford to book ya flight
Ain’t that a bitch, you and yourself don’t even look alike
Yes you’re a hoe, you belong to the street
That’s why u subbing who you fucking
With Justin LaBoy tweets
Yes yes you’re a hoe, you belong to the street
That’s why you subbing who you fucking with Justin LaBoy tweets
[Verse 2: Suga Free]
Here go some game go head take a piece
A cough leaves your mouth at 60 miles per hour
Bitch get the fuck away from me
And what the fuck I look like calling a bitch “boo”
An average ordinary muthafucka like you
I came to save you from you, she a fa sho hoe
She pulled up on me in roller skates singing Yo Yo
Suga Free the P the
Bitch exercise makes you look better naked and so does tequila
Look at the bitch stopping traffic like a red light
This is what she do and what she does, nigga every night
And this should suit ya
I don’t care about yo past hoe
I care about yo muthafuckin future
What, church nigga
I’m Suga Free the P, I’ll pimp on a bitch chili cold bruh
Yeah pimp on Glasses, she belong to the streets
Whip cracker, tabernacle, church nigga, preach

[Chorus]
That bitch belongs, that bitch belongs to the streets
That bitch belongs, that bitch belongs to the streets
Ohhh Yeaaaaaa

[Verse 3: Glasses Malone]
Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homie not doing it right
I see you found you a hoe that you like
But you can’t make a hoe a housewife
And when it boils down, you gon' learn in the end
Keepin that bitch will have yo ass locked in the pen
'Cause some judge done handed you life
Bro you can’t make a hoe a housewife
And I can tell you little niggas from experience
Don’t do it bro, point blank period
Had one, tried to get serious
Thought I was in love, holding hands at the pier and shit
Future lookin clear as shit, talking matrimony
Had to thank God when I ran into the homies
Learned the whole hood hit, bitches ain’t shit
Out my 4, hoe you gotta get
So split…
[Verse 4: Duece Mac]
Aww shit, they done saved the Mac for last
I rather die before I give a punk bitch a pass
Yea I’m hard on em Joe that’s what hoes need
Sleepin on this mackin posting fake ass woke memes
Yea, fuck yo' momma and yo' sister bitch, yea I said it
Why you asking what I text the bitch, hoe you read it
You ain’t ready for the Deuce, hoe you scare of the truth
And you been fucking with yo face now i’m scared of you
Oh you thought cuttin on yourself was go amp somethin’
I just spent 80 on a Chevy trying to wack something
Bitch told me she ain’t worried about none of that
Homie got 40 on something trying to run that
I know you ain’t acting like you hoes worth a little more
I done seen you do a whole lot for a little blow
Tryna keep it gangsta but you bitches belong to da streets
And over here G’z P and we playing for keeps
AYEEE

[Chorus]
That bitch belongs, that bitch belongs to the streets
That bitch belongs, that bitch belongs to the streets
Ohhh Yeaaaaaa
That bitch belongs, that bitch belongs to the streets
That bitch belongs, that bitch belongs to the streets
Ohhh Yeaaaaaa