Haystak Bitch Lyrics

You got 3 kinds of bitches on the market man, check it out, ah
You got the good girl tryin’ to preserve the p*ssy
in hopes that one day she’ll find a trick willin’
to hold her down for the rest of her life.
You got the ho tryin’ to maintain the p*ssy
‘cause that’s the bitch’s wellbein’ and how she stay afloat.
Then you got the freak givin’ out the p*ssy out of both pant legs
f*ckin’ up the game for everybody.
You need a cardinal payer, fake titty endorser,
marry a millionaire, turn around and divorce her
I know your type, dis me my whole life,
got some money on the mike now these fine ho’s like, “heeey”
But I done peeped your little game out ’fore you even opened your mouth,
open your mouth was the worst mistake you made tonight
You had a good hand you just didn’t play the shit right
Lines like, “Don’t you rap?” “Didn’t I see you at a show?”
Are like carrin’ a sign says’ “Hello, I’m a ho”
Look, it’s not all about looks
I’m a big motha f*cka and even if you can cook
Your, wastin’ time, stop, smile
Walk away while I can still respect your style
Bitch say, “Haystak a straight up dick”
Ah bitch you’re just mad ‘cause I aint no trick

Girl you got a big ass
Big tits
Big problems
Gonin’ through some big shit
Big
Big dreams, big plans
For all that, you’re gonna need a big man
But I aint him
Girl you need a big man, but I aint him
Girl you need a big man, but I aint him
Girl you need a big man, but I aint him
Girl you need a big man (uh, uh)

You got the game f*cked up
You think I’m gonna be a sponsor
Contribute to that trickin’
I see how you livin’
One man’s Libby and the next man’s B bitch
Once had crabs made more then one man sea sick
Ya’ll ho’s need a motha f*ckin’ bar code
Doin’ all that f*ckin’ and ya’ll broke
You need to guidance in your life
Pimpin’ in your routine
Quit all that free agency
Sign with a winnin’ team
You lucky I got a job I’d break yo punk ass
Feet swolle’ up
Bitch betta have my cash
No sleep baby, better get more bucks
You got me f*cked up
What, you think I’m daddy Warbucks?
These dude’s bad for the game
Like too much cut
Spendin’ all that money on a 2 buck slut
Wish I would, I tell a bitch what’s what
I’m the game runner here
Yeah ho, hut hut!

Girl you got a big ass
Big tits
Big problems
Gonin’ through some big shit
Big
Big dreams, big plans
For all that, you’re gonna need a big man
But I aint him
Girl you need a big man, but I aint him
Girl you need a big man, but I aint him
Girl you need a big man, but I aint him
Girl you need a big man (uh, uh)

I see the tricks in the club
With the dime pieces
They bought ‘em and fixed them up
Like old Caprices
You dealt with them titties like wheels son
The ones on her were too small
You went and got her bigger ones
I feel ya, if that’s what you’re about
I like to get shit new when it first come out
Everybody really though trick cop to shit
The problem is you don’t know when to swap the bitch
Me, I like ‘em as is, titties and asses, 72 classes, yeah
Talk about bitches like Chevrolets
I’m into different shit that you don’t see everyday
I love, late, like Kool Moe Dee
But like Pac said bitch, M.O.B.
They say, “Stak, he just another woman hating man”
I dig women but it’s the f*ckin’ ho’s I can’t stand

Girl you got a big ass
Big tits
Big problems
Gonin’ through some big shit
BIG
Big dreams, big plans
For all that, you’re gonna need a big man
But I aint him
Girl you need a big man, but I aint him
Girl you need a big man, but I aint him
Girl you need a big man, but I aint him
Girl you need a big man (uh, uh)