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Bitches Aint Shit Chords

(ver. 1)
Ben Folds
C   Am   Em 
            b**ches ain't sh*t, 

C   Am   Em 
            b**ches ain't sh*t


C                      Am
b**ches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks

Em                     G
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick

C                           Am
Lets get the f**k out after you're done

Em                       G
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...

F
I used to know a b**ch named Eric Wright

G
We used to roll around and f**k the hoes at night

F
Tighter than a mutharf**kin' gangsta beats

G
And we was ballin' on the muthaf**kin' Compton streets


C                   Am
Peep that sh*t, got deep and it was on

Em                    G
Number one song after number one song

C                      Am
Long as my muthaf**kin' pockets was fat

Em                             G
I didn't give a f**k where the b**ch was at

F
But she was hangin' with a white b**ch doin' the sh*t she do

G
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two

F
And the ends that she got meant nothin'

G
Now she's suing cuz the sh*t she be doin' ain't sh*t


C               Am                  Em
        b**ches can't hang with the streets

G
She found herself short

C                Am        Em
Now she's takin' me to court

G
That's some real conversation for your ass


C                  Am
I once had a b**ch named Mandy May

Em                              G
Used to be up in them guts like everyday

C                             Am
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung

Em                              G
I was in love like a muthaf**ka lickin' the protung

F
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good

G
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood

F
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine

G
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time


F     
I'm back in the muthaf**kin' county jail

Em
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail

C
I get's released on a hot sunny day

Am
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre

F
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got the news

Em
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues

C
I ain't been out a second


Now I already gotta do

G
Some muthaf**kin chin checkin


C                       Am
Move up the block as we groove down the block

Em                        G
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock

C                 Am
Kick in the door, I look on the floor

Em       
It's my little cousin Daz and he's f**kin' my hoe

F
I uncocked my sh*t...

G
I'm heart-broke but I'm still locked


Man, f**k that b**ch!
...3,...4,...


C                      Am
b**ches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks

Em                     G
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick

C                           Am
Lets get the f**k out after you're done

Em                       G
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...

F
I used to know a b**ch named Eric Wright

G
We used to roll around and f**k the hoes at night

F
Tighter than a mutharf**kin' gangsta beats

G
And we was ballin' on the muthaf**kin' Compton streets


C                   Am
Peep that sh*t, got deep and it was on

Em                    G
Number one song after number one song

C                      Am
Long as my muthaf**kin' pockets was fat

Em                             G
I didn't give a f**k where the b**ch was at

F
But she was hangin' with a white b**ch doin' the sh*t she do

G
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two

F
And the ends that she got meant nothin'

G
Now she's suing cuz the sh*t she be doin' ain't sh*t

C             Am                 Em  
b**ches can't hang with the streets

G
She found herself short

C                   Am         Em
So now she's takin' me to court

G
That's some real conversation for your ass

C             Am            Em        G
b**ches can't hang with the streets

C             Am            Em        G
b**ches can't hang with the streets

C             Am            Em        G
b**ches can't hang with the streets

C             Am            Em        G
b**ches can't hang with the streets

            
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