Lyrics

Like I said though, bitch Bitch, I'm finna gas yo' stupid ass on a freestyle, bitch (yah) The stick the way my nigga got it in his joggers At yo' level, ho, 'cause there's levels to this shit (at yo' level, ho) Mind you, bitches (ha) knew back then I was that bitch Let me remind you, every bitch got a chance, don't ever diss Don't let me find you, tear it off lil' bitch I let it drip, man Bitch, I let it drip (ay, ya, ya, ya, ya) Same bitches barking be licking dog shit Same bitches walkin', bitches still ain't bought a whip (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Still paying for the dick, bitch, make it make sense Bitch, stop it you ain't with the pull ups, bitch, stop it Stop it, you ain't with the pull ups (you not with the pull ups) Every time I get into it with a bitch, they never pull up (ah, ya-ya-ya) Yo' nigga never turn me down, when I tell him come, he pull up (ay) Bitch, yeah, he pull up Bitch, like I said though, you don't ever pull up (like I said though) Bitch, like I said though, them Sac' niggas that shootin up Shit like I said though, you hear me though? Bitch, like I said though I lost for what? I'm really out here having shit (ay) You editing that sauce, lil' mama Instagramin' shit Hugging on that niggas tightly, 'cause you know for baggin' shit (Stupid-ass bitch) That money you posting don't excite me, ho, you need new management You're not a boss, bitch, your something like a advocate (You are not a boss bitch) Tryna learn this stunna shit, ho, you're an undergraduate (That's that shit) Evey nigga I fuck with know this ass immaculate (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Miss pullin' on my long hair, throw it back and smackin' it (Pull that hair) Like I said though, immaculate Like I said though, he smackin' it (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) On yo' life if I tell him to (ay, ay, ay) Bet he pull up and get back in it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Like I said though, like I said though, bitch (bitch) I'm the freshest bitch out the 9-1-6 (out the 9-1-6) Prettier than yo' ho, get more money than yo' bitch (Prettier than yo' ho) Prettier than yo' ho, get more money than yo' bitch (Than yo' ugly ass bitch) Like I said though, bitch (like I said, though, bitch) I'm the freshest bitch out the 9-1-6 (out the 9-1-6) Prettier than yo' ho, get more money than yo' bitch (Prettier than yo' fuckin' ho) Prettier than yo' ho, get more money than yo' bitch (Than yo' ugly ass bitch) Ha (ay, he, he, he, yeah, fuck yo' bitch) You thought I was done? (He, he, he, he) Ha (you thought I was done?) Ay, I not, bitch, run that shit back All my mamas, imposters ('posters), internet bloggers (bloggers) Stick up Hollywood, fuck around meet the flackas The stick, the way my nigga got it in his joggers (ay) The stick, the way my nigga got it in his joggers (Ay, real fuckin' facts, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) ha Ay, like I said though (bitch, like I said, you bitch's long hair) Bitch, like I said though (you can pull it me) Bitch, like I said though (Why you tryin' act like you really harder than me, though?) (That's the real facts though, lil' bitch, ha) (Its a privilege to fuck with me, ho) whoa, whoa, whoa (Its a privelage to fuck with me, ho) Pooh got a stick and a temper, nigga (whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah) Pooh got a stick and a temper, nigga (got a stick and a temper) Better run, bitch Don't fuckin' play with me, bitch (ha), boop, boop, boop, boop
Writer(s): William L Gaskins, Rasmus Kjaer, Reefa Music, Stunna Girl, Twelve Keyz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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