Lyrics

Bitches, bitches, bitches (Woo) Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, woo, woo, oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, what you say I can't see you, boy, the money in the way I'm from (Huh), outer space Red beam on his head, make the pussy levitate Elevate, elevate, elevate Elevate, elevate, elevatе Elevate, elеvate, elevate Elevate, elevate, elevate This that— (Err, wha?) Draco go ahead and drop 'em Perky, Xanny, keep some molly, it's a party, pop 'em Hellcat skrrtin' Keep that Tonka full of bitches, got 'em geekin' on some' My bitch, she bad, about it, blue up in my wallet ALL BUT 6 'til the grave, keep the money callin' I got bitches on me, they wanna suck and fuck me Why they hating on me? I got on me Everybody love me, they supportive now They just thought that shit was way too hot, got it sorted out You can't get like me, huh, huh College girls like me, put they tuition on my teeth, huh Left wrist, right wrist, necklace froze Lay him on his porch, watch that pussy boy fold You could never kill me, baby, don't you know I'm chosen? She channel the spirit when she put it in her nose (Drugs) Bet all of these bands'll make your bitch's booty bounce, uh I just spent a ten-piece just to glisten when I smile, uh Switches on them sticks gon' rip yo' tummy inside out, uh Watch his body drop and let his soul lift off the ground, uh Sex, gunnin', revenge, murder, death, what I'm 'bout, uh Oh, you bulletproof? That's some shit that I doubt, uh My lil' bitch a brat, she get dick when she pout, uh Don't like what I'm sayin'? Here's some dick for your mouth, uh Ayy, what you say? I can't see you, boy, the money in the way I'm from (Huh?), outer space Red beam on his head, make the pussy levitate Elevate, elevate, elevate Elevate, elevate, elevate Elevate, elevate, elevate Elevate, elevate, elevate
Writer(s): Jonathan Whitmer, Christopher Rockwell, Nicholoas Voutsinas, Lucas Perez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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