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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tevin Smith
Tevin Smith
Songwriter
Michael Smith Jr.
Michael Smith Jr.
Songwriter

Lyrics

Bitch
Aha, it's Thirty (Ooh)
Ha, that ain't Tre neither, ****, yeah
(SLAJIDI, turn me up)
Receive the turkey in a box, happy holiday
I'm finna get them bitches gone, I told 'em, "Ándale"
Hm, you want them bitches right now, then what you tryna pay?
Freaky bitch, love to suck my dick while I'm counting pape'
Hm, I got every rack on me, I took them out the safe
Hm, if the club ain't tryna pay, I can't come out today
Hm, I'm tryna drink an 8 today, I'm just a ounce away
Hm, your trap ain't shit, if it ain't breaking down a pound a day
Hm, if you want it, you can get it, bitch, it's up to you
Hm, I need a hundred for these eighths, these Runtzables
Hm, you gotta bring the cash now, I'm not fronting you
Huh, just know it's a blick around if I'm comfortable
Hm, I don't fall in love with fans, I be fuckin' 'em
Face card good everywhere, so I'm comfortable
You waitin' on your first hunnid' K? Well, I be touchin' 'em
Hit him in his face, he didn't die, but he a vegetable
Hm, I guess I did my job
I ain't tryna fuck you 'cause you cute, bitch, I deal with vibes
Grew up with some real gangsta ****, like to steal and rob
Hm, I spent forty on the watch just to kill some time
I'm still fuckin' even though she ain't the one for me
I'm on my shit, you better come correct when you come for me
Beat the pussy down, she screamin', "Daddy, can you cum for me?"
Kick her out and gave couple thou' just lunch money
Hm, I hate some shit I wasn't supposed to, why this bump comin'?
Hm, this bitch shoot a little faster, it got that one button
Fuck how you feel, I can't respect you 'til you done somethin'
I ain't never seen a M or touched a M, but I feel one comin'
Hm, I don't just be gettin' watched, I get likes too
Hm, all the shit you think I don't got, Mike do
Hm, I'm reppin' Real Money Counter and MINE too
Hm, if you solid with some motion, we might sign you
I hit him with the pistol, but I fight too
I like my eggs a little runny, it's delightful
I might trick a little bit if I like you
I know you ain't the only one going, she got a price too
Cut straight into a bitch like what it's costing
I'm only here for one night, don't do this often
Doing 160 in the 'Cat, almost lost it
Street ****, treat the trap like a office
Hm, I've never seen a dog before with his paw prints
Hm, I'm trying to find some purple rain, I'm finna call Prince
Hm, I'm here busting down a brick, I'm getting nauseous
Hm, my brother always busy, I don't never call him
Huh, it's a thousand 'bows in here, it's a green room
Huh, this chop' don't got no body on it, it's a clean broom
Hm, my house got three bedrooms, but I still need room
Huh, they just let me off papers, so I don't need Zoom
Bitch, I ain't goin' back to court
I'm not the type to argue with you, I ain't goin' back and forth
I ain't never had no pet, I'ma go and grab a horse
I'm like 50 with this power, I ain't never had to force it
C'mon, bitch
Yeah, that wasn't Mike either, ****, c'mon
Written by: Michael Smith Jr., Tevin Smith
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