Aintcha Bitch - Krizz Kaliko, Tech N9ne

See yo it was cool when I met her

The kind of chick who wanna do whatever

I think you better let her

Cause nigga that ain’t your bitch (That ain’t your bitch, man)

Nah, nigga that ain’t your bitch (Nah, nah, not at all)

And quick to use on your cheddar

I see your face getting redder and redder

‘Cause she’s a doubleheader

So, nigga that ain’t your bitch (That is not your bitch)

Nah, nigga that ain’t your bitch, nah (She belongs to me, man)

Playin' with love man fo' sho' you gon' die

Now he know you up to something swellin' up your eye

Looser than you used to be

Creepin' he can prove when she, sleepin' and she screamin' «Kali Baby!»

Now, how you know it’s me?

How long you gonna live that lie to 'em

Everytime you feel me, feel guilty, run right home and cry to 'em

We old friends doin' some catching up

Girl, go home and patch it up

Watch out when he drop the bomb I’mma just catch it up (for real)

And then I make her repeat 3P

Texting when he’s next to her, when she’s sleeping then he peep

Calling my phone and clicking out (Hello?)

He know there’s something suspicious, and he wishes that he could figure out

The way I’m applying the pressure

Yes sir, when I undress a mess I, hair up, I never stress her

She love the keffa

Let it go 'cause she damn near gone

Next time your nose open, put your antennas on

See yo it was cool when I met her

The kind of chick who wanna do whatever

I think you better let her

Cause nigga that ain’t your bitch (That is not your bitch)

Nah, nigga that ain’t your bitch (She's everybody’s bitch, man)

And quick to use all your cheddar

I see your face getting redder and redder

‘Cause she’s a doubleheader

So, nigga that ain’t your bitch (Trust me)

Nah, nigga that ain’t your bitch, nah (She's a hustler)

I know her, I know her, I know her

I know her, I know her, I know her

That ain’t your bitch, nah nigga, that ain’t your bitch

That is not her, it’s not him, and it’s definitely not you.

That ain’t your

bitch, man.

You wonder why she acting funny?

Playing them pussy games?

Coming home late?

Kids ain’t ate?

And you still, eating that cold pizza in the

morning man

It ain’t your bitch.

Trust me.

I know her