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- YG Bitchez 歌詞
- YG
- Too many bitches
Still there aint enough bitches
I handle my business
Cant handle your bitches
On my mama Im on
On my mama Im on
On my mama Im on
Bitch nigga say what say what
Remind me of my slut
Dont make me drop my nut
And Im on up on what
All raw uncut
Broad in pocket dont touch my bucks
Business get some she on the line like five and one
Pop things like five dozen huh
Said she ready to go
Hold up I got a show
You boys like hoes niggas like bitches
MOB wonder why I aint with ya
I aint got time handle my business
All play not work thats a low key scrimmage
Girl named Lindsey girl named Molly
They both like me we all like money
The end of my senses
I aint cuffin no bitches
Like Ive been to San Quentin
Im on my fitness
Got all kind of bitches
Work em out like a gymnast
You niggas like bitches
All in my dentures
Remind me of my dentist
Man I got bitches
Too many bitches
Still it aint enough bitches
I handle my business
Cant handle your bitches
Keep em out my business
Man I got bitches
Give me a pill I might pop one
Give me a collar might pop one
And I trust no bitch they might got something
I f**k you with condom bitch that aint my son
Yeah they got the homie for a hot one
In these dank damn Im tryna flock one
Give me this give me that f**k no you a rat
I aint no trick suck on this dick and
F**kon my clique like that yeah straight up
Them basketball wives just tryna have you niggas pay up
Ho slut ratchet Im going ham till they put me in the casket
And Im packing pimping and macking
Pull it out and get cracking
Look I got rich bitches and them bitches got bitches
And Im giving your mama my digits
Im on my fitness
Got all kind of bitches
Work em out like a gymnast
You niggas like bitches
All in my dentures
Remind me of my dentist
Man I got bitches
Too many bitches
Still it aint enough bitches
I handle my business
Cant handle your bitches
Keep em out my business
Man I got bitches
Bitch got bitches
Bitch bitches got bitches
See Im at the function
Front row got it jumping show trap and Im f**king
Homie you a woman probably really want a husband
Bet you feel it in your stomach hoes get nothing
But some dick and instructions I dont need no interruptions
So we get scrumptious man always into something
Dont forget the motherf**ker thats my introduction
Im out here hustling you off the lean Im struggling
Cut it with percussion start the whip with a button
No keys just touching microwave oven
Leave the cooking for the bitches
Unless Im cooking up a pigeon
Im on my fitness
Got all kind of bitches
Work em out like a gymnast
You niggas like bitches
All in my dentures
Remind me of my dentist
Man I got bitches
Too many bitches
Still it ain't enough bitches
I handle my business
Cant handle your bitches
Keep em out my business
Man I got bitches
Bitches bitches bitches
Bitches bitches bitches
Bitches bitches bitches
Bitches bitches
Im on my fitness
Got all kind of bitches
Work em out like a gymnast
You niggas like bitches
All in my dentures
Remind me of my dentist
Man I got bitches
Too many bitches
Still it aint enough bitches
I handle my business
Cant handle your bitches
Keep em out my business
Man I got bitches
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