Benjamin Scott Folds(born September 12, 1966, in Winston-Salem, North Carolina) is an American singer-songwriter. He is widely known for his prowess as a pianist. Folds' musical career started to get off the ground in the late '80s, as bassist for band Majosha,after playing bass and piano at Pinehurst, in a group known as the "Caroliners" with cohort Millard Powell in 1985 - 1987; for the Calayer and after working as but he is best known for his later work as the frontman and pianist of Ben Folds Fiveand as a solo artist. Folds's compositional and playing technique remain wholly unique, combining elements of the typical 'singer/songwriter' genre, jazz, and power rock. Indeed, his music is evocative of artists such as Joe Jackson, Todd Rundgren, and Sir Elton John, with an added edge and bold infusion of energy and wit.
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Bitches Ain't Shit Lyrics
Ben Folds
Bitches Ain't Shit, Bitches Ain't Shit
Bitches Ain't Shit But Hoes And Tricks
Lick On These Nuts And Suck The Dick
Lets Get The Fuck Out After You're Done
And I Hops In My Ride To Make A Quick Run...
I Used To Know A Bitch Named Eric Wright
We Used To Roll Around And Fuck The Hoes At Night
Tighter Than A Mutharfuckin' Gangsta Beats
And We Was Ballin' On The Muthafuckin' Compton Streets
Peep That Shit, Got Deep And It Was On
Number One Song After Number One Song
Long As My Muthafuckin' Pockets Was Fat
I Didn't Give A Fuck Where The Bitch Was At
But She Was Hangin' With A White Bitch Doin' The Shit She Do
Suckin' On His Dick Just To Get A Buck Or Two
And The Ends That She Got Meant Nothin'
Now She's Suing Cuz The Shit She Be Doin' Ain't Shit
Bitches Can't Hang With The Streets
She Found Herself Short
Now She's Takin' Me To Court
That's Some Real Conversation For Your Ass
I Once Had A Bitch Named Mandy May
Used To Be Up In Them Guts Like Everyday
The Pussy Was The Bomb, Had A Nigga On Sprung
I Was In Love Like A Muthafucka Lickin' The Protung
The Homies Used To Tell Me That She Wasn't No Good
But I'm The Maniac In Black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I Figure Niggas Wouldn't Trip With Mine
Guess What? Got Gaffled By One Time
I'm Back In The Muthafuckin' County Jail
Six Months On My Chest, Now It's Time To Bail
I Get's Released On A Hot Sunny Day
My Nigga D.o.c. And My Homey Dr Dre
Scooped In A Coupe, Snoop We Got The News
Your Girl Was Trickin' While You Was Draped In Your County Blues
I Ain't Been Out A Second
Now I Already Gotta Do
Some Muthafuckin Chin Checkin
Move Up The Block As We Groove Down The Block
See My Girl's House, Dre, Pass The Glock
Kick In The Door, I Look On The Floor
It's My Little Cousin Daz And He's Fuckin' My Hoe
I Uncocked My Shit...
I'm Heart-broke But I'm Still Locked
Man, Fuck That Bitch!
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Bitches Ain't Shit But Hoes And Tricks
Lick On These Nuts And Suck The Dick
Gets The Fuck Out After You're Done
And I Hops In My Ride To Make A Quick Run...
I Used To Know A Bitch Named Eric Wright
We Used To Roll Around And Fuck The Hoes At Night
Tighter Than A Mutharfuckin' Gangsta Beats
And We Was Ballin' On The Muthafuckin' Compton Streets
Peep That Shit Got Deep And It Was On
Number One Song After Number One Song
Long As My Muthafuckin' Pockets Was Fat
I Didn't Give A Fuck Where The Bitch Was At
But She Was Hangin' With A White Bitch Doin' The Shit She Do
Suckin' On His Dick Just To Get A Buck Or Two
And The Ends That She Got Meant Nothin'
Now She's Suing Cuz The Shit She Be Doin' Ain't Shit
Bitches Can't Hang With The Streets
She Found Herself Short
So Now She's Takin' Me To Court
That's Some Real Conversation For Your Ass
Bitches Can't Hang With The Streets
Bitches Can't Hang With The Streets
Bitches Can't Hang With The Streets
Bitches Can't Hang With The Streets