Lyrics

You can ask Bigg Cuz Yeah, hoes might not like it but I bet their nigga love it (mmm) Wanna lick it, wanna taste it, wanna suck it Hoes might not like it but I bet their nigga love it They tryna build homes but the niggas all be ducking I ain't sweating no nigga, I can get 'em by the dozen Hoes steady be like friend but be on the ground subbing I ain't with all of that talking, I can get a bitch slapped down Hoes screaming they don't like me, see 'em running in a pack now Ayy, hoes hit the follow, now they think they know my background Instead of asking who I'm fucking, ask your nigga where he at now And I hear a lot of capping from the back row Flexing from the flat broke Whole lotta noise from hoes I ain't seen in Honey Banz clothes Hoes couldn't see me even magnified glass clothes I know I ain't Doja but they still do what I say so (look, ayy) I got niggas texting back to back I ain't even put no pussy on 'em Bitches on their fake page Met 'em, took their nigga from 'em I ain't hard to find Why they acting like they looking for me? If they wanna trip, I hope the bitch can pay the booking for me So unbothered Got hoes bothered Tell 'em gon' hang his shit up, next caller Ayy, the most hate from hoes looking for their next dollar D-d-doing big shit, hoes move much smaller Ayy, ayy I just fuck with him for money You fuck with him tryna marry Me an' him is not the same Wish they'd stop all that comparing You be sad behind a hoe Bruh, I wish the fuck I would All that Twitter in yo' feelings Looking bad behind a hoe No, not me, that ain't P I'on do nothing else I'ma keep shit G Block hoes, they no call ID That's how you know the pussy is G-U-D Bit-bitches swear they did it first It's looking like a repeat Fuck I look like arguing with a hoe that wanna be me? They be looking lost without me These bitches need me The way they in my business, you would think they my employees It's been like seven years since I've seen a check stub They ain't even do me dirty, it still got me messed up A bitch never checked me or came at me messed up Shit ain't working out, I guess they tryna get they reps up All in the mirror like, "Damn, I wanna fuck her" I'd shoot the club up and wouldn't use a rubber Bitch, you either like me or you don't If your body making noise, then stay quiet This can't be what bitches want For real (for real, for real) Hoes might not like it but I bet their nigga love it, love it Wanna touch it Wanna take it shopping, wanna give it roses Yeah You wanna touch it, wanna taste it, wanna own it Ayy, you wanna touch it, wanna taste it, wanna own it
Writer(s): Kentavia Miller, Logan Jefferson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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