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Bitties In The B.K. Lounge

well it was a Wednesday

Me and boss hog was kinda hungry

Like two eggs, and a slop beef slice of lettuce

And a glass of milk and some cookies

Spotted in the mist was a bk logo

What we said well what do you know

This chick thought I was trying to play fly

'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans onYoung girl, won't you take my order?

She said, "yeah, but right now I'm sorta busy

Can't you see I'm trying to put this band aid on my finger? "

Lingering, I could tell

She's a b-k mademoiselle

Ripped uniform and bottom bell

And some jelly stuff on her sleeve

Look to this cause I had no name tag on my collar

Could be pissed cause she's clocking 2. 45 an hour

And then boss hog hollar

Girl you better make this quick!

She said, "I ain't your girl and I ain't your chick! "

I had an idea and lickity split

Took my hat off and that was itDread locks fallen all over me and then I said

Yeah now we'll see!

And o' with quick velocity honey was mesmerized

"ain't you that guy? "

Ain't you that girl!

"de la soul, right? "

No tracy chapman!

"why don't you come over to the counter and write me out an autograph? "

Ha ha ha, I had to laugh

She was quick with the bic just to get that autograph

But me and hogg just laughed, and laughed

"what's the name of that song you sing? "

Living in a fast car, I said

Forget about the order I made

I'll go get a slice of pizza insteadbitties in the Bk lounge, all they do is beg and they scroungeExcuse me, would you take my order I have to go

Shashawna's got a real job, dag don't you know!

Oh yeah, it's you now I recognize

The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes

Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?

Yes you can, but you can keep your lies

Cause you know you can't diss me

But your pissing me off

I know where you live and I know that you're soft

You're as booty as they come (booty? )

And you dress like a geek

My shoes cost more than you make in two weeks

Look, you don't have to play fly in here

I can tell your fly by the weave that you wear!

but you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a Bk tray

By the way yo, here's yours

I know your just sweating me to kill the noise

Of your polyester pants and thier o' so high waters

Look at what you do all day but take orders

You bow tie wearing, clocking and staring

I know your just upset because you can't get the rap

I think you chubby for my man is living slack

Yeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in school

Selling devil rock to the fiends and the fools!

With one hand that punk I could snap the kid is so skinny

But we be livin fat

Speaking of fat, would you like a diet soda?

'Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odor

Better yet pour it down the pants and let the acid kill

The smell that should have been left to masingel!

Let me make you a deal, take the soda free and jet

I got to much family to heed your threats

Are you a family man? (word booty! )

Well I shouldn't be surprized

Your sister's flipping burgers and your momma's frying fries

Don't even try that shit!

Oh damn look! (what? )

Here comes one more

It's your father he just finished mooping the floor

Now give them a hand, its the bk clan

So you can't talk garbage about who I am

Well, arn't we living foul

Speaking of foul how bout some chicken for the cow?

Oops I meant you sorry for the mix up

But your stomachs always big from the sexual slip ups!

I could buy you and sell you for pennies, young man!

I think theres something you should understand

I try to be nice and help the poor make money

And since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere dummy!

Now b-k workers is too damn rude

I think I'll go get me some chinese foodEh ha-ha, eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha-hah

Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?

I don't know

Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?

I don't know

Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?

I don't know

Maseo, what goes on?

I don't know, but check me on out

Bitties, y'all be flippin

Ah-ah, ya buggin

Bitties y'all be flippin

Ah-ah, ya buggin

Ask for a burger, catch an attitude

The taste is worse, come off extremely rude

But when I snap back, you tamper with my food!

Ah-ah, ya buggin

Bitties y'all be flippin

Ah-ah, ya buggin

Bitties y'all be flippin

Honey, your hair really looks a bore

A fool of a hat, not mine's for sure

Forget the burger, let's walk up over a donut store

Eh ha-ha-ha-hah

Songwriters

PAUL E. HUSTON, O'KELLY ISLEY, RONALD ISLEY, RUDOLPH ISLEY, CHRISTOPHER JASPER, DAVID J. JOLICOEUR, VINCENT MASON, KELVIN MERCER, KENTON NIXPublished by

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