a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu my bitch – fbg dutchie

[intro]
ayy, send that b*tch to go get us some tacos or somethin’, man
yeah
yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
(well*well, well*well, well*well, it’s gang)

[pre*chorus]
my b*tch bad, ass fat, cheeks go wild like, “ablow”
sippin’ [?], smokin’ gas, diamonds blast like, “kapow”
caught ya ass, hawked ya ass, chalked ya ass, blew ya down
hahaha, f*ckin’ clown, smoke your goofy*ass like a pound
[chorus]
you just mad my b*tch bad
my b*tch that, your b*tch not
your b*tch “ugh,” your b*tch popped
my b*tch dope, you can’t shop
your b*tch broke, my b*tch gwop
my b*tch “d*mn,” your b*tch “taha”
my b*tch crack, your b*tch not
your b*tch trash, my b*tch slide

[verse]
your b*tch “zzz,” your b*tch trash
my b*tch “ooh,” all that ass
your b*tch “aha,” your b*tch lame
my b*tch “ah,” my b*tch “yay”
ayy, ayy, a*okay, huh
yea, that my bae
ayy, ‘cho, get in your bag
matter fact, get on their ass
you just mad i’m that n*gga with that bag, f*ckin’ goofy
get in your bag, flex it up, yeah, i do it, catch it up
put my foot on n*ggas necks, yeah, i had to step it up
steppin’ in the name of love, for that money, dummy, duh
my b*tch smokе, your b*tch smoked
play with me, dumb*ass get smokеd
drippin’ clout, b*tch, i’m soakin’
this bread, keep my toes
where the b*tter?
feel like young when he made “cutta” (uh*yea)
on my brother (uh*yea)
’cause i don’t want no b*tch, i want some money
and i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas, they too funny
you just mad my b*tch, your b*tch really, really shot
firecracker, fourth of july, that b*tch really, really popped
plus, we really with the sh*ts, these n*ggas really, really not
your b*tch sad, your b*tch slidin’
know you blew like a light
my b*tch right, candy*like
that juicy fruit and it’s ripe
fresh, it squeeze, oh geez
she k!lled a ho, rest in peace
give a f*ck ’bout want and needs
all i really want is knees
that money tempt me, new givenchy
squeeze that b*tch ’til it get empty
hit that block, they out there deep
we hit that b*tch, leave that b*tch empty, huh
smoke everything, chimney, huh
i’m bobby, my b*tch whitney, huh
i’m slidin’, my b*tch with me, huh
she ride [?] they hear me, huh
you just mad my b*tch bad, my b*tch that, my b*tch candy
your b*tch “mm,” your b*tch “nah,” you wild as h*ll, on my granny
that’s your bm? y’all a family? boy, you sleep off a xanny
make her eat like a zombie, b*tch, that ho abercrombie, ugh
f*ckin’ n*ggas’ b*tches, no, i really can’t help it
and these b*tches ain’t mine, boy, they everybody else’s
hottest thing on the street, got everybody meltin’
and these b*tches ain’t mine, boy, they everybody else’s, heugh
my b*tch thang
your b*tch gang*gang*gang since potty train
my b*tch redline her thang
your b*tch red line her train
lil’ ho ridin’ full throttle
your ho got it, full swallow
she’ll drink a full bottle
suck a glock out for a hollow, heugh
you just mad, i know you blew
your ho done*done, yeah, she through
she was f*ckin’ foe ‘nem, too (gang)
you sick as h*ll, sis, flu
“who he talkin’ ’bout?” you
b*tch, you thumbs down, boo
money sl!cky, ho’s like pinky
but you know my ‘roll blue
[chorus]
you just mad my b*tch bad
my b*tch that, your b*tch not
your b*tch “ugh,” your b*tch popped
my b*tch dope, you can’t shop
your b*tch broke, my b*tch gwop
my b*tch “d*mn,” your b*tch “taha”
my b*tch crack, your b*tch not
your b*tch trash, my b*tch slide
you just mad my b*tch bad
my b*tch that, your b*tch not
your b*tch “ugh,” your b*tch popped
my b*tch dope, you can’t shop
your b*tch broke, my b*tch gwop
my b*tch “d*mn,” your b*tch “taha”
my b*tch crack, your b*tch not
your b*tch trash, my b*tch slide

- fbg dutchie

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...