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bandgang javar & bandgang biggs - my bitch lyrics

[intro: bandgang javar]
bandgang
don’t forget the big money
(oh yeah chris)

[verse 1: bandgang javar]
all my b+tches love me
they don’t be usin’ n+ggas comin’, good d+ck and money
her stylist love me too, i spend enough money
safety first, i got ’em scissoring, they mike cuggy
i like girls that like girls, got ’em matchin’ sets
love her vibe, cool as h+ll, ain’t just ’bout the s+x
she got b+tches super mad, see her as a threat
let’s go p+ss them b+tches off, blow another check
this card don’t decline, thеse mastercards don’t, neithеr
she got her own bag, but i punched all base sneakers
i bless her so often, i’d be a good preacher
every time we f+ck look like she havin’ little caesars
if you love me, tell your friends drop these checks in their accounts
i love b+tches with some hussle, you a real one, i can vouch
lately in public, once you put them kids asleep, it come out
i don’t know what i love more, d+ck in her ass or her mouth

[chorus: bandgang javar & bandgang biggs]
lightskin, ass chunky, and she get money
what my b+tch look like spendin’ her own money?
brown skin, slim thick, ‘ll hit a l!ck for me
what my b+tch look like spendin’ her own money?
i got class, baby, i don’t f+ck with flunkies, come and get some money
baby girl, i can turn you up, this d+ck gon’ have you runnin’
screamin’ out “big money bandgang” every time she comin’
got her draggin’ bags out somerset ’til the beamers stumblin’
[verse 2: bandgang biggs]
i’m at a crossroad, i’m like, “should i swipe or should i punch?”
y’all the po+po’s, but i can’t let y’all n+ggas tell on us
y’all f+ck with broke hoes, all my b+tches rich and thick as f+ck
all my whips be tinted up and all my chains be tintin’ up
all y’all n+ggas be pocket watchin’ with them empty+ass pockets
got them rackades on me now, can’t fit this sh+t up in a wallet
f+ckin’ with the pharm’, i should’ve went to school to be a doctor
plugged in with the dog, cop three+five or better to drive the [?]
all i want is suck and slob it, b+tch, don’t rock out too much mileage
join the bands, you get invited, don’t get excited, it’s all tyson
racks stacked up just like i like it, got the torch, let’s start a riot
havin’ problems, let’s talk about it, this [?] pape’ might start a file
did the maybach by eighteen, i said, “f+ck school”, i ain’t go to college
i’m that n+gga of your dreams, your b+tch startin’ to have a baby by me
all my n+ggas sippin’ lean, i be done misused the baby bottles
got beef, i f+cked his baby mama, sent bullets at they baby shower

- bandgang javar bandgang biggs lyrics

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