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Bitch è stato pubblicato il 1 giugno 2021 da WNMG/TRU come parte dell'album Bitch - Single
1 giugno 2021
EtichettaWNMG/TRU
LinguaEnglish
BPM75
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Ridin' round wit two sticks
Duck tape two clips
Both of dem bitches fully loaded
You ain't gon catch me slippin' you bitch
You ain't heard **** TRU in here
That beef shit ain't new in here
Been bussin' heads since the 7th grade
Ain't half of the shit we do in here
Fuck a hater let him get mad
I got somethin' for his bitch ass
Pull up on that **** block
Wit mo' fire power than what TIP had
Fuck around and get zip bagged
**** come wit that tripping
Over a hundred rounds in them two mags
And I dare a **** fuck wit me
Okay fuck you bitch you can't touch me
I'm ain't gon' never lose you can trust me
Pockets a set of titties lookin' busty
Bitches ain't messin' wit me is you nutty
Stay off of my Instagram
If you gon' just look and not double tap
You see where I'm at I'm inna trap
I'm with Dinero he got the strap
You know what I'm bout
As soon as I open my mouth
That murder she wrote gon' come out
I'm straight from the south
We ain't the same at all
They do anything for clout
I'm with the gang no doubt
We shut shit down
Pull up sticks is out
You racists clowns
TRU ****
I'm at the top of my game, oh yes I am
I'm at the top of da chain
I make that run with the cane
Yall make it hot, now I make it hot with da flame
Then pop, then pop 'em again
Yup Murder be makin' it rain yea
Murder be makin' it rain cause Murder insane
Murder ain't never gon' change
Uh uh I'm never gon' break, I'm never gon' rat
I'm never gon' fold
I'm never gon' lose control
Cause my whole life on cruise control
I'm movin' that dope, I fuck wit dude and dude got smoked
He fuck with that coke and that's a no
I kick in his door, he ain't kickin' no more
Now that's a hoe
TRU
Got a hundred rounds in that drum
Ridin' round wit that choppa
Hundred rounds in my gun
Thinkin' I'm playin' and I'll pop ya
They don't want know problems
Cause the **** I'm wit ready
Trained to go like the military
Start poppin' off and get buried
Fuck wrong with these **** ha
You don't see these drops boy
From the Choppa City like the Hot Boyz
Get ya fuckin' top **** knocked off
Pistol under my pillow
You could bet yo ass I sleep light
**** run in my crib
Pow r.i.p **** sleep tight
I'm not tryna sit with no messy ass bitches
I'm not tryna get caught in none of yo pictures
I'm not tryna meet less you givin' me millions
You know when you see her she comin' to get it yea
I'm only here for the bread
Pull up on yo **** and leave with the head
He text me but I'mma just leave him on red
That **** dead like two to the head pow
Got 'em like wow
**** hurt like ow
Bad bitches twerk right now
You smokin' like purp that's loud
T-R-U nutin' false
Big Girl Talk
Wait 'til they let Cee out
You gon' really see Meka go off on God
Oh this ain't it oh Lord
Bitch we TRU no frauds
Yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch
Now that's the fa show it's Thalia Street
I'm up the court, now that's the yo
I'm hangin' wit Doe, it's Calliope
I won't let go, the home of the dough
I front you an O in front of the store
In front of Lil' Farly and Ro
I'm drinkin' Bacardi and coke
Don't fuck with that dope
Then I might snort me a quarter of coke
Then water my nose and catch me a drain
Can't feel my brain, but I feel my pain, and I'm insane
My heart may bust and I may wake up and do it again
I'm TRU to da game
But if C Murder gotta die
But I ain't tripping
If I die by the trigga
I ain't no bitch ass ****
T Crooked R-U
I Like Dat G Dinero
Yeah that's for all dem ol' fake ass bitch ass **** out dere
Walkin' the street ya heard me
They got bitch ass **** in the pen too
Now I ain't gon' lie ya heard me
Dem **** everywhere man ya heard me
If that's you dawg, you know what I mean
You could try to change yo ways
But if you don't dawg, that's on you
It's Murder Man, G Dinero, and 2Meka ya heard me
Exposin' you **** exposin' dem ol' fake ass ****
You understand me
TRU Records, TRU to the bone gristle
We don't do nothin' but shoot missiles you heard
Holla
Written by: Corey Miller, Dinero Diaz, Meka Diaz
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