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bitch freestyle - otm lyrics

[intro: duffy]

[verse 1: duffy]
ayy, b*tch, i told you already, i like hoes
the ones that stomp down, know the ones that really get dough
ayy (b*tch)
here, take these duffel bags and hit the road
it don’t matter where we goin’, i for surely got the pole, ayy
nina ross by my side, i know you remember
all the times when we went to slide and you was actin’ like a (b*tch)
she be with her boyfriend, not today, she on my d*ck
she a trick, that’s why i can’t really love no (b*tch)
keep it playеr or just stay on the bench
otm just came in hеre, some sh*t ain’t gon’ wanna miss
she was lookin’ kinda average, turned her to a bad b*tch
cool, calm and collected, heavy steppin’, i came for the backend
pippy, that’s the 30 clip, i’m not the one to go against
diamonds hittin’, b*tch, you know the heavyweights is walkin’ in
come with me and bring your friend
i could get you any drug tonight
we f*ckin’ up the club tonight, i snuck the f&n
turn her up, i’m bossin’ up, i’m pullin’ up, i get sh*t done
off the mussle, four shows in a month, we the ones
gave a hundred to a bum, i don’t care, them just crumbs
fried dough and bc cooks punchin’ on my lungs
sippin’ mud, we do this every day
my b*tch know i got hoes from la to the bay
stay out the way, you n*ggas don’t belong over here
want blue strips out the b*tch, he wanna give her a kiss
ayy, b*tch, bust this date and bring me the chip
she say she want a thug n*gga, but she hate when i be callin’ her a b*tch
i ain’t into playin’ fig, but i’m still gettin’ chicken
sippin’ tristan, never slippin’ on my pimpin’, lil’ b*tch
spent a lot of chili cheese on my chain
see the lights hit the duffy piece, rami got me icy as a b*tch
four*hundred*round drums, three glocks with some switches
lookin’ for this one n*gga, he be hidin’ like a b*tch
[verse 2: blue pesos]
if you talk about money, b*tch, make it make sense
the way these n*ggas act like b*tches, we should throw you in a dress
my shooter ask no questions, he just step, step, and step
talkin’ on the trap and i might get a b*tch slapped
b*tch, know the name
not peso, it’s pesos with a s, so get it right
still be kickin’ it with members like i never touched a mic’
she don’t never tell me “no”, ain’t gotta force the b*tch to bite
when n*ggas see the long stocking, they just turn to punk rockers
let the e*40 slap out the coupe, i’m ghostridin’
one in a thousand*somethin’ songs, ain’t never had no ghostwriter
i told rami slit my wrist and bring me all the best diamonds
startin’ to sound like a b*tch, i’m gettin’ sick of n*ggas whinin’
got a carti on my wrist, it still be eating top ramen
there go the blade, b*tch, make them feet bleed and stomp on it
i see crash in the rear, it’s ’bout that time i step on it
don’t try and talk to me if you ain’t got a check for
shanaynay, they both keep me safe, ain’t gotta check for me
ain’t no “i” in team, i keep a group full of bad b*tches
when it’s time to go outside, let’s slide, n*gga, don’t be actin’ like a—

[outro: blue pesos]
n*gga
b*tch
mm*hmm, mm*hmm
yeah, b*tch, come put it in my hands, like urgently, yeah
missing all your blessings
mister, mister
that’s why i can’t, b*tch

- otm lyrics

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