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cootie - my b lyrics

[intro]
(this a kashflow production)
(lmc)

[verse 1: cootie]
she know i got plenty of hoes, but still play her position (still play her position)
used to call her phone, the sack comes on that i left in the kitchen (that i left in the kitchen)
always on the road, we gone weeks at a time when i’m on business (when i’m on business)
that was back she used to give me all her taxes just to flip it (taxes)
found some plug, then came back home, f+ck up the streets and got to it
kept it solid, never called the law, the days, we into it (oh)
f+ck the good, she be so turnt, her neighbors hate when we do it
on top of that, she love that trap, she love to f+ck to my music (she love to f+ck to my music)
we smokin’ blunts in the jacuzzi, mini draco, we coolin’
ain’t got much time, i grab that iron and show her signs how to use it (signs how to use it)
i left her somethin’ to put inside her bag, how real n+ggas do it (how real n+ggas do it)
no lovey dovey, back to trappin’, ain’t got time for no more (ain’t got time for no more)

[chorus: cootie & bic fizzle]
but that’s my motherf+ckin’ b+tch and can’t n0body tell me different (no, tell me different)
stash it in the crib, i bet a gram won’t come up misin’ (i bet, won’t come up missin’)
she know i’m that n+gga, been down with me since the trenches
went from slangin’ a few rose to movin’ motherf+ckin’ chickens (hey)
but that’s my motherf+ckin’ b+tch and can’t n0body tell me different (no, tell me different)
stash it in the crib, i bet a gram won’t come up misin’ (i bet, won’t come up missin’)
she know i’m that n+gga, been down with me since the trenches
went from slangin’ a few rose to movin’ motherf+ckin’ chickens (bic fizzle)
[verse 2: bic fizzle]
she know i got options, she got options, that’s my n+gga
i can leave a hundred briefs with her, i know it’s confidential
stay down with me, i should boost your status, uh+huh
these hoes can’t f+ck with you, know your mama made one of them ones
we make moves when we do it, so much noise like we into it
put my 30 on the dresser, stretch it to some gangster music
got our phone on dnd, that’s twin ‘nem, uh+huh
she know i got plenty of ’em, say, them hoes, not of her

[chorus: cootie]
but that’s my motherf+ckin’ b+tch and can’t n0body tell me different (no, tell me different)
stash it in the crib, i bet a gram won’t come up misin’ (i bet, won’t come up missin’)
she know i’m that n+gga, been down with me since the trenches
went from slangin’ a few rose to movin’ motherf+ckin’ chickens (hey)
but that’s my motherf+ckin’ b+tch and can’t n0body tell me different (no, tell me different)
stash it in the crib, i bet a gram won’t come up misin’ (i bet, won’t come up missin’)
she know i’m that n+gga, been down with me since the trenches
went from slangin’ a few rose to movin’ motherf+ckin’ chickens (chickens)

- cootie lyrics

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