bbymutha – the come up lyrics
[intro]:
mommy you so cute, hehe
say it one more time
mommy you so cute
[verse 1]:
grateful, thankful, all of the above
n-ggas showing love
bumping all my music in the club
strippers bust it, bend it over, make a dollar
try to catch me on a tour date
i been going hard now i got cheese all on my dinner plate
cashin’ out on every reason n-ggas chose to leave
b-tch i been me, now these n-ggas actin like they need me
now they wanna call, wanna take me to the mall
wanna designate my p-ssy to whatever in they draws
they for everybody, they be loving everybody
treat my body like a diamond and my mind like a gold mine
you a lil n-gga i got bigger b-lls
i play with my p-ssy not my money, no i ain’t a doll
b-tch i’m bbym-th- i do grown sh-t i suck grown d-ck
i get grown check f-ck a blue check on the internet
i be fully loaded, i be rolling, i be bout it
giggle when these b-tches doubt it
’cause my resume is crowded yeah
[chorus]:
all these hatin’ b-tches look like p-ssy to me
all these f-ck n-ggas look like p-ssy to me
all these bitter b-tches look like p-ssy to me
i’ma eat these b-tches up pull out my d-ck and let it skeet hoe
all these hatin’ b-tches look like p-ssy to me
all these f-ck n-ggas look like p-ssy to me
all these little b-tches look like p-ssy to me
i’ma eat these b-tches up pull out my d-ck and let it skeet hoe
[verse 2]:
speakin’ on my kids will get your musty -ss spit on
speakin’ on my sk!lls will get your hating -ss sh-t on
give a b-tch props doin’ everything you wish
when you see me you don’t speak
cause you know when i’m that b-tch
she’s a sl-t, she a hoe, she a thot, she a freak
but she be about a bag everyday a the week
don’t forget that f-ck around and get ur facts checked
b-tch respect me, i been grinding harder than my t–th
i would never f-ck your baby daddy baby cause he broke
he can’t choose between my throat and a car note
have him catching carta for the coochie
i ain’t really tryna ruin you
you already know these n-ggas simple keep it movin’ boo
i’m the winning team i don’t never plan to lose
swear i got here by my lonely
b-tch i never need a crew
if you dipped when i was starving don’t be reachin’ for my steak
f-ck the hype i know i’m great
stab a rapist in his face yeah
[chorus]:
all these hatin’ b-tches look like p-ssy to me
all these f-ck n-ggas look like p-ssy to me
all these bitter b-tches look like p-ssy to me
i’ma eat these b-tches up pull out my d-ck and let it skeet hoe
all these hatin’ b-tches look like p-ssy to me
all these f-ck n-ggas look like p-ssy to me
all these little b-tches look like p-ssy to me
i’ma eat these b-tches up pull out my d-ck and let it skeet hoe
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