lirik lagu b.i.t.c.h. – husalah
[intro: husalah]
turn my sh*t up, man
turn my sh*t up, man (yeah, your momma ain’t sh*t but a b*tch)
[?], b*tch (b*tch), the motherf*cking mob (your momma ain’t nothing but [?], man)
[?], n*gga
black, this sh*t knock, b*luv (you know it ain’t nothing but the mob though)
you know it ain’t nothing but the mob though
you know it ain’t nothing but the mob though
[verse 1: husalah]
n*gga, i’m a monster, mobster, beast, b*tch, i eat sh*t
fake ass n*ggas try to keep it lit, eat clips
moral of the story is i’m sick, i get rich
n*gga, on my momma, that go, this beat hit (b*tch)
put your brains on the side of your facial
a sucker die every time a n*gga say so
started out with a stove and some yayo
selling cocaine [?]
i’m [?] with a melody, they [?]
[?] like [?]
my [?]
they found him outside then they downed him in his ride
husalah, husalah, still yoking that nine (n*gga, what?)
dumb ass [?], i’m dumb ass busting
i left twenty rounds in the drum that’s busting, yeah
[chorus: husalah]
aye, b*tch (b*i*t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h, n*gga, b*i)
b*tch (t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h, n*gga, b)
[?] these n*ggas, b*tch (i*t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h)
[?] (b*i*t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h)
[verse 2: pretty black]
go, go, go, go, f*ck y’all n*ggas
keep talking sh*t like i’m drunk, y’all n*ggas
y’all stole our style, stole our swag
[?] i’m h*lla rich but my pants still sag
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, yeah, i said it
twenty gs on my neck, yeah, i wet it (aye, aye, aye, aye)
it’s f*ck your life (aye, aye, aye)
b*tch, your f*ck your wife, i’ll f*ck your wife (she ain’t nothing but a b*tch, she a b*tch)
she ain’t nothing but a b*tch (she a b*tch, n*gga, she a b*tch)
i said, go, auntie, go, auntie, go
go, auntie, go, auntie, go (this dope)
yeah, she blows
pretty black just slid through, socked him in his nose (look, cuddy)
pulled out a strap, n*gga started something
.40 cal, .40 cal got these n*ggas running (no one*on*ones)
[chorus: husalah]
aye, b*tch (b*i*t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h, n*gga, b*i)
b*tch (t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h, n*gga, b)
[?] these n*ggas, b*tch (i*t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h)
[?] (b*i*t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h)
[verse 3: b*luv]
if your momma h*lla ugly i’ma gig with her (i’ma gig with her)
if your momma h*lla ugly i’ma gig with her (cuddie, i’ma gig with her)
if your momma h*lla ugly i’ma gig with her
cuddie, if it’s h*lla ugly i’ma gig with her
i do me, cuddie, i don’t try to blend it
i slide through funky fresh mobbing
alley*oop lobbing, setting my n*ggas up to win
i don’t f*ck with dirtbags, i’m allergic to lint (i’m allergic to lint)
cuddie, i’m dope (dope)
in the [?] with the [?]
with the [?] broke, they went h*lla dumb
crestside, california, is where i’m from, cuddie
i’m gigging throwing up the [?] ([?] mac dre)
you better tuck your chick ’cause i’ll take your girl (i’ll take your b*tch)
[?]
b*luv, [?] got her (got her, cuddie)
[chorus: husalah]
aye, b*tch (b*i*t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h, n*gga, b*i)
b*tch (t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h, n*gga, b)
[?] these n*ggas, b*tch (i*t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h)
[?] (b*i*t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h)
[verse 4: dru down]
[?], baby, way too late, baby
better pop that, shake that, b*tch, break something
i ain’t tripping off your momma, she don’t want drama
[?]
[?] mode, neck on chill [?]
don’t make me slap the wrinkles off her face, let her get a [?]
and watch her go, go, go, go, go, go
pick up the phone and call the po*po*po*po
f*ck her, i ain’t tripping off of nothing
i’ll slap the b*tch again if she keep pressing b*ttons
b*tch, i’ll slap the b*tch again if she keep pressing b*ttons
[chorus: husalah]
aye, b*tch (b*i*t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h, n*gga, b*i)
b*tch (t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h, n*gga, b)
[?] these n*ggas, b*tch (i*t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h)
[?] (b*i*t*c*h)
your momma ain’t nothing but a b*tch (b*i*t*c*h)
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