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otitis - l.w.h.b. كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 – ot-tis]

i admit, the word “b-tch” is in my daily vernacular
blame my ex disrespect, i’m trailin’ it back to her
talkin’ non-f-ckboys fail at attractin’ her
she the type to claim that all males are attackin’ her

my ex made me hate the whole gender for a minute
then i realized i thought of her as something that she isn’t
she was quite a b-tch who got, treated like a queen
she lived life in which you rot, and “even” ain’t a thing

b-tches don’t know a good man when they see one
call themselves “ladies,” not a clue on how to be one
in a time of thots, postin’ without a thought
boastin’ on what they bought, toastin’ to what they floss

you can find a real woman, real far and few between
at the corners of the earth, starving you the dream
so pardon me if i seem, to wonder where they had drifted
i just wish that all the ladies could outnumber the b-tches

i be callin’ girls “girls” even at a woman’s age
cuz their immature diaries have not a woman’s page
a b-tch’ll take hate to fake a pregnancy and rape
get the papes, smile, vacate, that tend to be the case

i got homies livin’ with b-tches i ain’t seen for months
i got homies that got a misses, i ain’t seen her once
cuz them hoes doin’ us vicious, some’ll clean our funds
same sea, plenty of fishes, guess we keep with the hunt

the women i can’t have, are the ones i want most
they be taken and complacent, guess i’m stuck with these hoes
suppose i’ll let the “tinder” burn, choose and such
cuz i ain’t lettin’ b-tches use me, till they use me up

[hook – ot-tis]

love women, hate b-tches
all my fellas gotta know that there’s a difference
love ladies, hate hoes
love’s crazy, bait’s thrown

women lose to the fools who they tendin’ to date
b-tches’ rules either break or they bend ’em to play
if you find a good girl, please send her my way
it’s love women, hate b-tches at the end of the day

[verse 2 – medz]

they wanna go in my pockets, teasin’ me pretty
they smilin’, that -ss droppin’, keepin’ it bouncin’ like hydraulics
they thirst trappin’, i’m soul sn-tchin’, they cheap clappin’
i’m chief captain, i’m bowl packin’, they keep snappin’

i keep rappin’ ’bout opinions and my feels
about the women that i feel and all the research in the field
i tell you this: no matter how good she swallow and spit
if her conversation is sh-t, then she probably act like a kid, and i don’t

need a shorty, need something that’s full-grown
so i sings to my women, i don’t sing to the hoes
you’ll get corrected, just know that i don’t think with my erection
cuz my heavy words’ll hold you down, caress your curves and make you drown

she suck d-ck and do dishes
that’s why i love women, hate b-tches
she a go-getter, no critic
that’s why i love women, hate b-tches

[hook]

- otitis

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