White Bitch Songtext
von Wendy Ho

i hate choo white bitch
could be yo high pitch, cross stitch
something boutchoo flips my switch to off bitch
you turn me off bitch i said it

brenda gurl
you such a big time spenda gurl
at the mall, witcha husband paul
pita chips, gym memberships
costa rica take a trip
and you never pay a dime for it
hey hey hey

stephanay
you drank up all the chardonnay
in my house, in my house
book clubs, goat cheese
high rolla witcha baby strolla
and you always in my way
by the way yo husband gay


so get in yo golden mini van
slut with a gut you mighta had a kid but you still look pregnant
you drinking juice without the gin
what′s that you left ya left on yo plate?
you eat chicken without the skin.

i hate choo white bitch,
could be yo high pitch, cross stitch
something boutchoo flips my switch to off bitch
you turn me off bitch i said it

lisa skank
you be sportin way too much pank
like a sticker book by lisa frank
and you so thin like a skeleton... damn gurl you is little!
you look like you eat nuthin but skittles... taste the rainbow

carolyn
oh gurl where yo husband been?
pseudonym at the holiday inn
his dick: baby corn, hard drive: full of porn
getting blown in jacuzzis
wake up little floozy


so get in yo golden mini van
slut with a gut you mighta had a kid but you still look pregnant
you drinking juice without the gin
what's that you left ya left on yo plate?
you eat chicken without the skin?

damn gurl, you just a stupid white bitch.
talking about hot yogurt, like "i′m on my way to hot yogurt!"
occhay, becchy.

brenda, stephannay, lisa skank, carolyn
pita chips, goat cheese, skittles and baby corns

so get in yo golden mini van
slut with a gut you mighta had a kid but you still look pregnant
you drinking juice without the gin
what's that you left ya left on yo plate?
you eat chicken without the skins?

so... does that mean you not gonna eat that?
well slide it over here, white bitch!