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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamie West
Songwriter
歌詞
I Wish a Bitch would
Man you know that I'm a Princess,
But I be with Hood ****
Rollin through yo set I wish a **** would I'm Ruthless
Beat a **** down till he clueless,
And take all of his jewelry
Flexing on these bitches is a movie.
You know I like my money fresh just how I like my cabbage
I need direct deposit baby stop with all the capping
I'm worth a lot of money ****,
You gone have to fall back
I knock these **** out for breathing wrong
I'm seeing all black
Poppin all these tags cause price is a nonexistent
I got a couple racks of nothin
Now these **** dissing on me,
Really flipping tripping on me
Let me show you **** how to get to money
Talk is cheap and bitches loud
But pockets lookin hella crumby
Let me get this straight
He throwing dirt on my name
Now I gotta end this ****
Put him back in his lane
You actin tough but you sweet
Just like some sugar with cane
I got these **** heading west
Cause I'm what's all on they brain
I'm talkin runway's, fashion shows
Hella pics, and Hella clothes
Bitches in the back with all my shit
Cause I'm a wide load
I carry all this talent like Viola
I'm the Main Role
**** lookin up to me like plants
And I'm the sun hoe!
Betta have some Benjamins
You trying to take up my time
**** begging for pussy,
You never was getting mine
Kick him to the door if he don't got no income
Just to speak my name is a fund to a broke hoe
I wish a bitch would
I wish a bitch would
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Man I wish a bitch would
Them **** mad call me Mr. Glad
I'm bout to bag these **** up
Wrap em up and spark em up
Then ash em like I hit the blunt
Walk up in the room and all you smell is all my fragrances
**** blow my name,
They on my dick just like a suction cup
And now that **** on my line
Just another runner up,
You want the metal shorty
You gone have to show me something new
These **** stealing flows like its nothing
They just sum walking glue
Cause everybody know I invented you
That's the fucking truth!
Bitches walking round just like they top shit
Smelling like some cheese and some oil on they top lip
Let me get this right, you getting money but you mad tho
All up in some business like a rat you want some info
All up on my cock you on my nine without no condom
Trying to spread some tea but when confronted **** quiet
You trying to beef with me is like a double homicide
I'm comin at ya neck and Everybody on ya side
(Fuck yo mama hoe)
I wish a bitch would
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Written by: Jamie West