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i got bitchez - 11-5 lyrics

[chorus (x2)]
i got b*tches that buy me clothes
don’t feel nothing but top notch hoes
i got b*tches that pave my way
spend a little money on that n*gga everyday

[verse 1]
i’m even doin’ your cousin, cause b*tches come a dime a dozen
these hoes be jockin’, cause i wouldn’t be f*ckin’ if they wasn’t
but when sh*t gets hectic, all of my b*tches feel neglected
but as long as i go protect it, ain’t n0body disrespected or affected
but i guess i got to be the one to tеll ya
b*tch, dush your flush, cause i smell ya
i took your cell, yеah, and i can tell that you’ve been doin’ me wrong
and i just called my other steve, so you can take yo’ punk ass home
leave me alone we gon’ pump stud hood, but
no need to get all mushy
i love no hoes i’m only out for money and the p*ssy
so if you poppin’ i’ma give you a buzz
and if we ever f*ck you gon’ remember how it was cuz

[chorus (x2)]
i got b*tches that buy me clothes
don’t feel nothing but top notch hoes
i got b*tches that pave my way
spend a little money on that n*gga everyday
[verse 2]
so many hoes on the team
i wonder why so many b*tches really wanna fiend
am i seen as a pimp, or is it cause i’m flowin’?
n0body knowin’ but they keep hoin’
b*tches smilin’ with they legs open
and everybody wanna get it, but f*ck the broke hoes
cause i be lookin’ for a ticket like jada pickett
down and dirty, bought my motherf*ckin’ scratch
see hoes, i make em jack, other n*ggas for they s*x
make a way with the riches
i’m givin’ thanks to the b*tches who listen
and take a good diggin’ from a pro
you can be my hoe each and every day
(for real?) no for play, but b*tch, you got to pay i’m tate*a*tate
the infamous n*gga from the dells, all about my f*ckin’ mail
quick to hit it from the tail and skirt
straight back to the set
leave you standin’ there with your motherf*ckin’ p*ssy drippin’, soakin’ wet
you wanna get me on the page, now what is this?
eleven times i was p*ssed when i got the fifth
so recognize and realize my position
i’m the motherf*ckin’ n*gga, baby

[chorus (x2)]
i got b*tches that buy me clothes
don’t feel nothing but top notch hoes
i got b*tches that pave my way
spend a little money on that n*gga everyday
[verse 3]
(d*mn, it’s gon’ be like this?) no, i’ma tell you like i told the last trick
you wasn’t nothing but some ass b*tch
the cop got destroyed, i’m knowin’ you on my nuts
you must take the simple f*ck, cause i was fakin’ like i’m makin’ love
i’m smokin’ putts, countin’ grits, makin’ myths
but these hoes, they thinkin’ i’m rich
they be talkin’ they gangsta of sh*t
and if it ain’t about no ass, b*tch, don’t even speak
cause if you down, i’ma place the weed and down and drink them guts and speak
down to the f*ckin’ flow, n*gga
and then i holla, k!ll a hoe, cause gold n*ggas break those n*ggas and those n*ggas
that’s not knowin’ that they baby mama pagin’ me religiously
lovin’ her some hennessy, you feelin’ me?
b*tches i don’t keep to myself
i’m sharin’ it with my n*ggas like i do everything else
and if i feel, blaze your blood to bubble, b*tch
and without droppin’ fed, i chop that head, cause i got b*tches

[chorus (x2)]
i got b*tches that buy me clothes
don’t feel nothing but top notch hoes
i got b*tches that pave my way
spend a little money on that n*gga everyday

- 11 5 lyrics

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