cartel madras – housey (thirsti thots 2 tha front) lyrics
i need a b-tch to riot at my show
i need a b-tch to fight at my show
i need a b-tch to stunt at my show
i need a b-tch to leave her man, at my show
x2
i need a b-tch x 7
i need a b-tch to riot at my show
i need a b-tch to fight at my show
i need a b-tch to stunt at my show
i need a b-tch to leave her man, at my show
x2
[contra:]
get ya girl talking
and she really wanna flex now
come in to the club;
she gotta gunmetal dress on
b-tch i know you stressed now;
yah trynna make a mess now
f-ck your man up, while you got another pressed down
like, the biggest and the baddest b-tch
that you have ever been
shut the f-ck up dude
i think it’s time for you to take a seat
half the time we half cut
decked in gold like king tut
adidas and some white dust
hope your stuff ain’t bust
rolling through the club
i’m tipsy, not enough
the beat moves through me; “omygawshdude shut-tup”
i’m dravidian, triple ten
coming from the southside
smooth b-tter caramel
coming from the southside
smooth b-tter caramel, cakes k!lla cutie pie
growing up in edgeridge
bougie and some bad kids lay him down at 10 o’clock, then ditch him for a better bid
your b-tch hit me up too, sent a real saucy vid
shawty riled up since you took her out to my gig
[eboshi:]
young, dumb, handsome; looking for a fit b-m
trynna have a bit of fun, before the night is done
run, quick hun; turn down the lights and fix some
boozy beverages, so we can leverage it
i guess i love the f-cking chase
remember i’m a legend, mate
not on the first date? oh great, i’m late
can you at least reciprocate?
hate feeling too intimate
i love playing jailbait
why you never text quick? i ain’t into playing tricks
i’m just trynna get d-ck, real sick, i’m real slick
light b-tch, in a st-tch, finna get a bit rich, without the hitch
(b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch…)
i don’t have a type, well
(type well, type well)
maybe harvey keitel
(keitel, b-tch)
maybe michael keaton….
[contra and eboshi:]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck; f-ck him in the face
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch; b-tch, you know my race
drip, drip, drip, drip; know you want a taste
like hit, hit, hit, hit; hit ‘em with the b-ss x3
drip, drip, drip, drip; know you want a taste
like hit, hit, hit, hit; hit ‘em with the b-ss
x3
i need a b-tch to riot at my show
i need a b-tch to fight at my show
i need a b-tch to stunt at my show
i need a b-tch to leave her man, at my show
x2
[eboshi:]
don’t you think that i should know better
but i do and i don’t, i’m a real go getter
jet setter, player lover, etcetera
lemme get at ya, lemme grab at ya
i ain’t mad at ya
i don’t wanna manage ya
i just wanna say
catch me at the gig on a weekend;
i’ll look right, but you know i stay creeping
up all night, while the others be sleepin’
boy that -ss is tight
what was your name even?
boy that -ss is tight what was your name [creepin]
boy that -ss is tight
what was your name even?
boy that -ss is tight what was your name [creepin]
[contra and eboshi:]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck; f-ck him in the face
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch; b-tch, you know my race
drip, drip, drip, drip; know you want a taste
like hit, hit, hit, hit; hit ‘em with the b-ss
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