a-wax - my bitch lyrics
[hook: vidal garcia]
if you was my b-tch
you wouldn’t be sitting there at home now feeling like a hostage
wouldn’t be sitting alone give me something i could ride with
and i wouldn’t even be a little mad if you turn up on my side b-tch
pull up with you in the c-ckpit
they ain’t gotta know it’s my sh-t
i blaze up she rolls all the dro
she waits til i open the door
don’t care who she know from before
with me she a whole ‘nother hoe
tryna tell you that’s my b-tch
ya that’s my b-tch
[verse 1: a-wax]
if you were my b-tch
you’d be curving all the lames
even if you heard a couple things
bout me being with a side b-tch
you woulda wanna heal the pain
[?] or deserve it all the same
put your pride to the side b-tch
doesn’t matter who’s to blame
luckily you ain’t meet me using caine
mighta been a homicide b-tch
you would have to clean the stains
help me with the body i’m insane
i’ma take it on a ride b-tch
bend a couple corners with the corpse
wake up in the morning no remorse
i can’t wait to hear you moaning in that voice
smoking backwood blunts with a kinda [?]
i be caught up in the moment when it’s moist
think about it rolling in the porsche
buckle up and hold on to the doors
if we see the ops i’ma have us blowing like a torch
hit him and his homie on the porch
have you in the drop with the drops making drops
all that financial stress we can make it all stop
this can be the way i rock, put em in a pine box
if somebody turn rat and decide to call cops
if you were my b-tch you’d be used to riding round
in a 100 odd whips with 100 odd pounds
while i’m toting big guns with 100 large rounds
because all my hitters bout 100 large round
and i’m really from the streets
really from the east
me and you together girl really we could eat
pushin’ off blow quarter milli in a week
we’d be plotting off the next go k!lling on the beach
if only you were mine
wouldn’t have to be with the homies on the streets getting money all the time
if i show you how to grind
would you do it with me or just want to be at home feeling lonely all the time
[hook: vidal garcia]
if you was my b-tch
you wouldn’t be sitting there at home now feeling like a hostage
wouldn’t be sitting alone give me something i could ride with
and i wouldn’t even be a little mad if you turn up on my side b-tch
pull up with you in the c-ckpit
they ain’t gotta know it’s my sh-t
i blaze up she rolls all the dro
she waits til i open the door
don’t care who she know from before
with me she a whole ‘nother hoe
tryna tell you that’s my b-tch
ya that’s my b-tch
[verse 2: a-wax]
bet if you were mine
you wouldn’t have to be bad only that i’d have to compliment you all the time
cops getting at you every corner that you turn
but you wouldn’t stop long enough to give him one a time
guess if you were mine
b-tch you aughta be
take you out the slums show you sh-t you aught to see
as long as you can get it with a pistol on the seat
put it in your purse when people wanna creep
if it’s just an enemy lift him off his feet
trippin’ off the money, money trippin’ off of beef
i just made some money off a pigeon, h-lla keys
we ain’t doing nothing if the b-tch is not a freak
when she with you she wanna see another movie
when it’s me i put the p-ssy with a finger in the booty
when she with you she be thinkin’ [?]
when it’s me she do the dishes while i’m cleaning up her uzi
if that’s my b-tch put your head under the dirt fool
like a motherf-ckin’ ostrich
tell you that i got this
let ’em say another word to her
bullet hit ’em like a dropkick
pull up on the block with
bunch of guns for the watches
tell them pick one like a locksmith
on some get the ops sh-t
ya’ll ain’t’ even got no bodies
far as i know i ain’t [?] sh-t
[hook: vidal garcia]
if you was my b-tch
you wouldn’t be sitting there at home now feeling like a hostage
wouldn’t be sitting alone give me something i could ride with
and i wouldn’t even be a little mad if you turn up on my side b-tch
pull up with you in the c-ckpit
they ain’t gotta know it’s my sh-t
i blaze up she rolls all the dro
she waits til i open the door
don’t care who she know from before
with me she a whole ‘nother hoe
tryna tell you that’s my b-tch
ya that’s my b-tch
if you was my b-tch
you wouldn’t be sitting there at home now feeling like a hostage
wouldn’t be sitting alone give me something i could ride with
and i wouldn’t even be a little mad if you turn up on my side b-tch
pull up with you in the c-ckpit
they ain’t gotta know it’s my sh-t
i blaze up she rolls all the dro
she waits til i open the door
don’t care who she know from before
with me she a whole ‘nother hoe
tryna tell you that’s my b-tch
ya that’s my b-tch
[bridge: a-wax]
if you were my b-tch you’d be used to riding round
in a 100 odd whips with 100 odd pounds
while i’m toting big guns with 100 large rounds
because all my hitters about 100 large now
if you were my b-tch you’d be used to riding round
in a 100 odd whips with 100 odd pounds
while i’m toting big guns with 100 large rounds
because all my hitters about 100 large now
[outro: vidal garcia]
tryna tell you that’s my b-tch
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