Video Bitchezwit Dikz de Jeru The Damaja 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Jeru The Damaja - Bitchezwit Dikz Lyrics

Bitchezwit Dikz Song Lyrics
Bitchezwit Dikz by Jeru the Damaja F/ Lil Dap, Miz Marvel



Intro: Jeru The Damaja

Yes yes


Check it out right here now, knowhatimean?
Henryville, the muthaf**kin b**chez wit dikz

That's in the midst,
Of the real brothers whose the true wonders


Knowhatimsayin? Talkin all that sh*t about this and this and that


But fakin sh*t, I'mma drop it like this


{Jeru The Damaja
Bad b**ches and techs, and sound affects



Talk but skate like Tara Lipinski, when sh*t get hec-tic
Out in Brooklyn, too late you's a vick

And if spend major dough on a hoe, you a b**ch ass trick

Pimps and players, no I'm not a hater


'cause I smashed it off, she bust me down I ain't pay her

Shoutin youse a regulator,
Soft like C3PO, but pop sh*t like Darth Vader

For Princess Leia, with flesh hard like Shaggy

Your booty, when sh*t get raw you Doo like Scooby
I'm snatching chains, mics and those platinum groupies



Dutches, chins, and hips get twist
And let it be known, I eat ya'll pussies like a porno movie

Drop that b**ch with a dick, and get a nigga like this




Chorus: Jeru The Damaja (Miz Marvel)


You never see him the in the ghetto (b**chez Wit Dikz)

Think they pimps, but they tricks (b**chez Wit Dikz)

Turn to states evidence (b**chez Wit Dikz)

When beef come they skip (b**chez Wit Dikz)

*b**ch!*

You never see him the in the ghetto (b**chez Wit Dikz)

Think they pimps, but they tricks (b**chez Wit Dikz)

When beef come they skip (b**chez Wit Dikz)

Turn to states evidence (b**chez Wit Dikz)

*b**ch!*



{Lil Dap

You niggas are like East New York waste, spit in your face

Open your mouth, swallow the taste, listen to the pace

It's like showin the love, the same thing as pullin the club

Spit it out, ya hoes know what this sh*t is about

b**chez wit dicks, and make a nigga mad as sh*t

Cough the cough, when singing thru the streets of New York

Holdin it down, but wavin my banner all around


'cause these whole motherf**kers, wanna round are town
Thinkin they down, but don't know BK grounds

*b**ch!*



Chorus



{Miz Marvel

The next contestant left to be a secret lethal weapon

Against half steppin, niggas is fake,

I scope them first impression

Take the mics possession, with the greatest discretion

And quick wit, fully equipped, mental lie detection

Ya eyes cross like an intersection

You forget to count your blessings, all in the mix

Sold your soul for it's weight in gold bricks

b**chez wit dikz, with chips like chicks

Only talk with snares and tits

In the time of revolution, be the first to submit

Try to be God, but there mental seem unfit

Speakin mathematics, but quick to kiss a crucifix

Won't admit that their style is rip and counterfeited

Contradict, sell their men to bang their fit, a moving target
Thrown into the bottomless pit, b**chez wit dikz




Chorus



(b**ch! scratched over and over)