Lyrics

Yo! Bitch! (Yeah, yeah) Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Now go ahead and do what you talkin' about (bitch, bitch, bitch) You talkin' that shit, but you runnin' your mouth .556 split, make 'em run in the house Green over hoes, would you listen to me, though? (Aw, shit) We four deep in a two-seat El Camino (yeah) Your bitch bald, that bitch look like she listen to Ne-Yo (that's right) Press a button, what the fuck I need keys for? One false move and I'm uppin' the piece on 'em (boom) It's that, and I don't want no peace, homie I'm not stressed, got a big XD on me Can't believe what these bitches do (ho) Fight over a bitch and the bitch is you (bitch) Mmm, just likе that Blew a lotta bands, made it all right back You niggas is fans so I don't write back You was up bеfore me, how you fall like that? Ah, shit, here we go again I'm fuckin' her face, finna nut on her chin (that's right) Go all in 'til the lean kick in Now I'm outer space, smokin' with a alien These not tens, these 24's These not them, these big boy rims (these big boy rims) You ball at the YMCA, I ball out in a big boy gym (ball out in a big boy gym) Now go ahead and do what you talkin' about (bitch, bitch, bitch) You talkin' that shit, but you runnin' your mouth .556 split, make 'em run in the house Green over hoes, would you listen to me, though? (Aw, shit) We four deep in a two-seat El Camino (yeah) Your bitch bald, that bitch look like she listen to Ne-Yo (that's right) Press a button, what the fuck I need keys for? One false move and I'm uppin' the piece on 'em (boom) One false move and I'm uppin' the piece on 'em
Writer(s): Adrian Bruesch, Frank Childress Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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