Bitch(feat. Breezy Lovejoy)-Dumbfoundead/breezy Lovejoy

[Hook: Breezy Lovejoy] She's a b**ch (biotch) The meanest one that I've dealt with But I love her and I can't help it Cause she's a b**ch (biotch) And I ain't trying to be selfish But if she ain't mine she's nobody elses She's my b**ch [Verse 1: Dumbfoundead] What a crazy b**ch The homies telling me this ain't the way to live Every single day a different argument Things are always shaky, call it Parkinson's I hate to love her, love to hate her Can't breathe without her, want to suffocate her Every damn night we wake up the neighbors Then the cops come, and I get f**king tasered Then she has the nerve to break up with me She be giving me reasons to break up the weed Oh lucky me, just look at her What she's doing is a crime, throw the book at her She be flirting at the club just to get me pissed So I holler at chick, like excuse me miss But my girl, she the jealous type Ya'll don't really understand, but the fellas might [Hook: Breezy Lovejoy] [Verse 2: Dumbfoundead] My ride or die b**ch 2Pac, 96', Bonnie and Clyde shit But she be flipping out on that Jekyll and Hyde tip Tripping over some dumb nickel and dime shit Devil woman with a ghetto lovin' They told me not to play with fire But I love her when I'm hated by her My heart is a dangerous lier She be bringing out my inner Too Short (b**ch!) The way I put up with her I'm a true sport An LA chick, with her blue Cortez Complicated, yes you sure is A mastermind, she should take up chess It ends all the time with some make up sex Don't know what's next, I'm so upset This crazy b**ch makes me wanna throw up sets [Hook: Breezy Lovejoy] [Verse 3: Dumbfoundead] Flying objects, broken windows Ready for love cause that's what you're in fo' Yelling, screaming, it ain't that simple I took it for granted when I was single You ain't been in love if you found it shockin' Would ever chase your girlfriend down the block Cause she got up and stormed out the restaurant Straight arguing all day around the clock Under a spell, overwhelmed Can't picture myself with no one else Blowing L's to cope with hell Will we stay together, only time will tell I know my chick can be a b**ch at times And she'll probably trip cause I spit that line And a b**ch like mine, they don't get that fine Her love's a drug man I miss that high (Guitar Solo!) She's. My. B**ch