Suburban Bitches Songtext
von Storry

Organic food, organic shoes
Organic cocaine with a side of booze
Give five to charity then buy a Louis V
You deserve the treat too
Got no plans and no slay yet on the gram
You pretend to defend some moral stance
Got implants and name brands and fake friends
Then do yoga like it′s some kind of trend

And you think you got all the manners
That's why you should get all the glamour
Then you correct my fucking grammar, oh no
And you got it all
Yet you want more

Suburb ambitions
Have you got no life?
Suburban bitches
How can we see eye to eye?


Nine to five, stay at home wife
You take out the recycling and drive by
In your Prius, then you shove it in my face
You shove it in my face like you got something to say
Do you got something to say? Bitch please
Say something to me? Bitch please, try me
Scared of the grind, all those slangs and rappers
All you do is wine and cheese and crackers
Scared to post a photo of your man at the go-go
We scared about the po-po, even the ones that′s coco
On high horses 'bout how you never had divorces
Got a war against abortion then take a picture with some orphans
Pay all your taxes then complain '
Bout taxis, tax brackets and refugees
Who consume a fraction and peeps are starving in the streets

Shield your kids eyes from some menace
Instead give them some toy weapons
Grand Theft Auto′s got great lessons, you know
(Killing prostitutes)
Ain′t that bizarre?
It's make love not war

Suburb ambitions
You can have a life
Suburban bitches
Can we see eye to eye?

Work every day and don′t get no praise
Then your husband betrays you and finally gives me a raise
By tryna shove it in my face, he shoved it in my face
Then you got something to say like I'm the one to blame
Bitch please, he should fucking pay, not me
Ladies, we′ve internalized misogyny
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