Juicy J – Bitches Lyrics

Дата: 16th Март 2019 Автор: Hadouken в Новости
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[Intro: Juicy J & [?]]
You’s a bitch
(Bitches)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Lil’ bro got all-gold teeth and he was glistenin’
Came from the Souled and he came out of Memphis
Told me ’bout the hoes and he put me on the bitches
And he said they’d be trippy, man, layin’ me some pimpin’
How come bitches wanna cover? Pretty motherfucker
Basement out the gutter, don’t fuck without no rubber
I don’t ever trust her, I would never cuff her
Kissin’ on her lover, I do it for my brother

[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
Back of the club, posted with my dubs
Act like you tough, you could catch a slug
Hoes in my face fixin’ for a taste
Of this young nigga, she wants a big dipper

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Pull up European, smoke a [?]
Smokin’ on a ‘Cali, but the papers [?]
Rich hazy [?], lyin’ with a [?]
Hundred for the car (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Rollin’ up the weed (weed), trippin’ off a pill (pill)
Trippin’ out and swervin’, all my niggas in the field (field)
Trippin’ like the rap-niggas can’t be for real
Really started from the [?] and now a nigga makin’ mills’
Hah, hah, like a [?]
All my niggas built the way, ain’t gonna lose (hah)
Shawty gon’ buss it open for a nigga with a check (hah)
Heard the pussy good, but tonight I want some head (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J & [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]
(Bitches)

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
It’s that nigga from the mafia, I’m the juice on that Bombay
And them Xannies dancin’ on my Phantom roof
I got bitches that got bitches that do everythin’, but two
I just met your baby-momma, now I got a new recruit
Ten-thousand dollars on my motherfuckin’ tooth
If that bitch ain’t got my money, I’ma knock her tooth loose
Fine-ass bitches eatin’ dick for Jimmy Choo
At the club all night, can’t even take the kids to school
Thursday afternoon, I was on the move
Shots of Petrone, hand full of ‘shrooms
Pop it like Reinbacher, I left in a helicopter
Even though I’m paid up, I’m still chasin’ every dollar
Bitch, I got bands, I heard she got Xans’
Her pussy so good, heard her pussy got fans
Fuck her more than one time, damn, I must be out my mind
Throw that ass in rewind, let me hit it from behind

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Verse 6: Project Pat]
You tell the doody bitches like they do you
They play dumb, so, my nigga, I play dumb too
Get caught in that pussy way up, that’s that Hou-do
Supposed to be the man, now that bitch control you
Get money, flip money, all I do is spend money, trippin’
Love my money all-blue, I guess my money crippin’
No disrespect to double-cup, so you know I’m sippin’
The bitch wouldn’t shut the fuck up ’til I stuck my dick in
Money like a hood-bitch mouth, guess they flippin’ off
Ducks get plucked, you front me? Then I’m dippin’ off
Stump down like [?], back-hand you in to last week
Lyin’ about that bread’ll get your head cracked to the street
Credit card check fraud, or a fuckin’ thief
Flatback suckin’ Jack, ’til a nigga skeet
She get paid in many ways, her pimp gotta eat
Or hit the highway juggin’ off a whole key (ooh)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Outro: [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]

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