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daz dillinger - my bitch lyrics

my b-tch your wife, my b-tch your wife
my b-tch your wife, my b-tch your wife
my b-tch your lady, my b-tch your lady
my b-tch your lady, my b-tch your lady
my b-tch your baby mama, my b-tch your baby mama
my b-tch your baby mama, my b-tch your baby mama
my, my, my b-tch, my, my, my b-tch
my b-tch your wife, yeah, she sucked that d-ck
and i hit her from the back, that’s when i knocked that seat
we don’t kiss, but we do twist
i’m still so hard, diamonds on my wrist
talk the game that she know, yes, she know my name
have her up and down the pole for some punk -ss chain
you’re disgraced, n-gga, stay up in your lane
oh yeah, i pimp that b-tch, yeah, i do my thing
my b-tch your wife, my b-tch your wife
my b-tch your wife, my b-tch your wife
my b-tch your lady, my b-tch your lady
my b-tch your lady, my b-tch your lady
my b-tch your baby mama, my b-tch your baby mama
my b-tch your baby mama, my b-tch your baby mama
my, my, my b-tch, my, my, my b-tch
yeah, we pop bottles up in the vip
you can smell me in the back, n-gga, you notice me
n-gga, it’s the land of the doubts
toss you in the river, you’re floating like the low
hear that sound, n-gga? see, that when sh-t blows
exhale and exhale out the window
she get down, get down on the f-cking floor
i make it rain, it’s what she’s handle now, and give me more
my b-tch your wife, my b-tch your wife
my b-tch your wife, my b-tch your wife
my b-tch your lady, my b-tch your lady
my b-tch your lady, my b-tch your lady
my b-tch your baby mama, my b-tch your baby mama
my b-tch your baby mama, my b-tch your baby mama
my, my, my b-tch, my, my, my b-tch
still going, going hard in the strip club
like stevie j, i’m trying to get my d-ck sucked
you love her? i don’t need her
okay, i f-ck her, homie, you feed her
laughing at you lame n-ggers want your b-lls sucked
my b-tch slim, real fine, with a soft b-tt
tell her to get low, baby’s shaking
you look better clothes off when you’re all naked
when that light hit that p-ssy, yeah, the night is off
you’re over 21, baby, yeah, you’re fully grown
you know is dad’s in your drawer when your mama ain’t home
so what’s up?
because if i f-ck your wife an if he f-ck your b-tch
and if you f-ck her, yeah, we all gonna f-ck that
if i f-ck your b-tch and if you f-ck your wife
and she f-ck your b-tch, yeah, we all gonna f-ck
my b-tch your wife, my b-tch your wife
my b-tch your wife, my b-tch your wife
my b-tch your lady, my b-tch your lady
my b-tch your lady, my b-tch your lady
my b-tch your baby mama, my b-tch your baby mama
my b-tch your baby mama, my b-tch your baby mama
my, my, my b-tch, my, my, my b-tch

- daz dillinger lyrics

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