You Knew - Juice

Nigga, that chick you fucking with, she’s no good

I’m just keeping it real my nigga, and shes just fucked every nigga with money

Football players, basketball players, rappers, if a nigga got bread man, hes gonna get that pussy man

As long as he got that sack and them drugs to get a bitch, she gonna go

Don’t fuck with her, brother

You knew she was a bitch when you met the bitch

So why you wanna sweat and wanna threat that bitch?

When you see another nigga gettin’ at the bitch

Ain’t that ’bout a bitch?

A bitch gon’ be a bitch

How you love that dirty bitch when you know her past?

How you kiss her when you know she let your homie smash?

And everybody know her as the neighborhood hoe

You don’t wanna face the facts, you won’t let her go

You turn that ratchet bitch into your baby mama

Boy, that pussy got you blind like Stevie Wonder

That’s fucked up, might may even be your baby

Turn a hoe into a house wife, you niggas crazy

Stupid nigga, now you wanna put a ring on her

We come to your town, do a show and run a train on her

She love that shit, that freaky bitch

Handcuffin’ ass nigga, wanna keep that bitch

Don’t save that hoe, she don’t wanna be saved

I’m about to scoop your bitch up and put it in her face

Sorry homie, but that everybody bitch

If I take her on my bus, I bet everybody hit

You knew she was a bitch when you met the bitch

So why you wanna sweat and wanna threat that bitch?

When you see another nigga gettin’ at the bitch

Ain’t that ’bout a bitch?

A bitch gon’ be a bitch

You knew she was a bitch when you met the bitch

So why you wanna sweat and wanna threat that bitch?

When you see another nigga gettin’ at the bitch

Ain’t that ’bout a bitch?

A bitch gon’ be a bitch

They thot diggin’ in the club tryna find a victim

Man, these nigga out they mind fallin’ for these bitches

They fuckin’ any niggas with a little money

And you wanna take her home and make her your women

It be the main niggas claim they pimpin’

Pay that dirty bitch bills, nigga you must be kiddin’

The bitch ain’t got no job, got 3,4 kids

Can’t get mad at the hoe, she get it how she life

She suck me good while you goin’ to work

Old sneaker ass bitch keep rubbers in her purse

Get that bitch in VIP and she gon’ fuck for free

You buy that bitch a drink and she might never leave

Get her to the room, she get on her knees

She just my kind of freak, she swallow faithfully

Sorry homie, but that everybody hoe

And the sad part about it is you already know

You knew she was a bitch when you met the bitch

So why you wanna sweat and wanna threat that bitch?

When you see another nigga gettin’ at the bitch

Ain’t that ’bout a bitch?

A bitch gon’ be a bitch

You knew she was a bitch when you met the bitch

So why you wanna sweat and wanna threat that bitch?

When you see another nigga gettin’ at the bitch

Ain’t that ’bout a bitch?

A bitch gon’ be a bitch