brianna perry - side bitch lyrics
[intro: brianna perry]
yeah, yeah
free game, free game
way back, drop top, yeah
[chorus: brianna perry]
if your n-gga comin’ home p-ssed off for no reason
he probably caught his side b-tch cheatin’
when the b-tch start actin’ up, talkin’ ’bout she leavin’
she probably with her side n-gga, cheatin’
when that n-gga start comin’ home late in the evening
he probably with his side b-tch, cheatin’
if she tell you that’s her homie but you never get to meet him
she probably with her side n-gga, cheatin’
[verse 1: brianna perry]
i’m at home with these kids like a fool (f-ckin’ fool)
he don’t even pick they -ss up from school (yo, what you doin’?)
this n-gga joyridin’, all in my sh-t, he a cheater
he keep talkin’ ’bout that’s a cousin, where she at? i wanna meet her
i’ma beat her (p-ssy ho)
do your dirt but keep it gangster with your paper (one hundred)
that’s why all these other bad b-tches single (mhm)
’cause they ain’t havin’ that (uh-uh)
so when a n-gga hit my dm’s, send that picture through the snap
i’m gettin’ summertime fine for that new new year
any n-gga swappin’ b-tches with the crew too, yeah
all that layin’ up cryin’ sh-t, actin’ like a soft b-tch (stop)
get your stupid -ss up and cheat back, b-tch
[chorus: brianna perry]
if your n-gga comin’ home p-ssed off for no reason
he probably caught his side b-tch cheatin’
when the b-tch start actin’ up, talkin’ ’bout she leavin’
she probably with her side n-gga, cheatin’
when that n-gga start comin’ home late in the evening
he probably with his side b-tch, cheatin’
if she tell you that’s her homie but you never get to meet him
she probably with her side n-gga, cheatin’
[verse 2: ball greezy & brianna perry]
see that’s your f-ckin’ problem (huh?)
you don’t never wanna listen
everybody on facebook know my business
you don’t never give me head (never)
and you don’t never let me f-ck (never)
we gotta argue every time before i nut (godd-mn)
while you in that king-sized, smellin’ good, sleep in peace
i’m in the motherf-ckin’ streets with that heat, sellin’ deep
you ain’t never ever ask me how my day went (never)
(what you mean?)
ah, go’n on with that fake sh-t
and i can’t even take a sh-t without you think i’m with a b-tch (godd-mn)
accusin’ me for nothin’ ’bout nothin’ make me p-ssed
answer this, what’s the last time we kissed? (huh?)
godd-mn, you make me sick
[chorus: brianna perry]
if your n-gga comin’ home p-ssed off for no reason
he probably caught his side b-tch cheatin’
when the b-tch start actin’ up, talkin’ ’bout she leavin’
she probably with her side n-gga, cheatin’
when that n-gga start comin’ home late in the evening
he probably with his side b-tch, cheatin’
if she tell you that’s her homie but you never get to meet him
she probably with her side n-gga, cheatin’
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