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Lyrics
(BBymutha)
Bitch
Eat a bitch up like eve
Snake in the garden, can't trick me
Wanna get wet, Ima roll my sleeves
You cant fuck with a bitch like me
Yo beat beat beat beat beat
Little drummer bitch it's christmas eve
Get smokey, pass me the tree
You cant fuck with a bitch like me
She wanna fuss fight tussle
I shut her up, down, muzzle
I'm heavy weight, pounds, pressure
I beat her up, down, stretcher
Never competing these bitches my lesser
Don't want your **** my **** is better
Queen of hearts, you the joker the jester
Study me she might pass the semester
You bitches poo, fool, mid
Raising you hoes i got so many kids
Can't get replaced, can't do what i did
Live of my scraps, slop, pigs
Do my lil dance, do my lil jig
And if bitches try me im doing it big
Yeah im itty bitty but doing it big
Lock it up or i'm rocking your wig, bitch!
Aw shit lookout bitch i'm goin to serve this stupid trick
Aw shit lookout bitch i'm goin to serve this stupid trick
Grab that 9
Put it in check
Make these hoes gimmie respect
Grab that 9
Put it in check
Make these hoes
(SHA RAY)
Thick thighs bussin' holes in my fishnets
Red cherry lace, like the end of the cigarette
Big yes
And the bitch badder than a cuss word
Hips wider fit
Desired miss with the dumb curves
Big guys with c notes, still bitchless
**** that tried to hit it wrist pain when I list 'em
Bitch let you bag but you wasn't her first choice
The pussy that u been in came in with a invoice
Aw shit lookout bitch i'm goin to serve this stupid trick
Aw shit lookout bitch i'm goin to serve this stupid trick
Grab that 9
Put it in check
Make these hoes gimmie respect
Grab that 9
Put it in check
Make these hoes gimmie respect
Aw shit lookout bitch i'm goin to serve this stupid
Wayment
Mrs. with a pump to the pavement
Stay tryna rush
**** know she a favorite
Deep in they trust you ain't flash where they faking
Real weird **** dap up with assailants
Get round some bitches
His mission to siphon
Stains ain't hit
Yo shit ain't really strikin'
Flaw to the ribs
Nah u ain't really like this
**** crash out when she curved in his crisis
Thick thighs bussin' holes in my fishnets
Red cherry lace, like the end of the cigarette
Big yes
And the bitch badder than a cuss word
Hips wider fit
Desired miss with the dumb curves
Big guys with c notes, still bitchless
**** that tried to hit it wrist pain when I list 'em
Bitch let you bag but you wasn't her first choice
The pussy that u been in came in with a invoice
Written by: Britnee Moore, Zubeyda Muzeyyen
