Checkin' For You Lyrics / Paroles
See it's two type of b*tches in the world
You got a broke b*tch, you got a rich b*tch
That would explain what I am
And what my girl, Missy is
We the rich muthaf*ckin' b*tches
And then you got a b*tch like me
Who just stand above all b*tches
That excludes my girl Missy, Mary
You know what sayin'?
But y'all know what the f*ck I mean
I'm the queen b*tch, that's right muthaf*cka, what?
Y'all got a problem wit it, come see me
A muthaf*cka' ain't takin' my title
Or my girl Missy title
Or my girl Mary title, what? That's right
See only b*tches' like us
Is allowed to play a game of chess
You see, a real queen needs a king
You damn muthaf*ckin' right
I don't want a nigga laying up under me
That can't do for me
What I can't do for my muthaf*ckin' self
So when y'all see me in the street?
This is what I want y'all to do
Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say
Say it along, say it along now, say
"She's a b*tch!"
I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor
He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on
I seen him talking to his boy on the cellular phone
I looked at him and all he could say was
"Damn baby, bring it on"
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