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fbg dutchie – my bitch lyrics

[intro]
ayy, send that b+tch to go get us some tacos or somethin’, man
yeah
yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
(well+well, well+well, well+well, it’s gang)

[pre+chorus]
my b+tch bad, ass fat, cheeks go wild like, “ablow”
sippin’ [?], smokin’ gas, diamonds blast like, “kapow”
caught ya ass, hawked ya ass, chalked ya ass, blew ya down
hahaha, f+ckin’ clown, smoke your goofy+ass like a pound
[chorus]
you just mad my b+tch bad
my b+tch that, your b+tch not
your b+tch “ugh,” your b+tch popped
my b+tch dope, you can’t shop
your b+tch broke, my b+tch gwop
my b+tch “d+mn,” your b+tch “taha”
my b+tch crack, your b+tch not
your b+tch trash, my b+tch slide

[verse]
your b+tch “zzz,” your b+tch trash
my b+tch “ooh,” all that ass
your b+tch “aha,” your b+tch lame
my b+tch “ah,” my b+tch “yay”
ayy, ayy, a+okay, huh
yea, that my bae
ayy, ‘cho, get in your bag
matter fact, get on their ass
you just mad i’m that n+gga with that bag, f+ckin’ goofy
get in your bag, flex it up, yeah, i do it, catch it up
put my foot on n+ggas necks, yeah, i had to step it up
steppin’ in the name of love, for that money, dummy, duh
my b+tch smokе, your b+tch smoked
play with me, dumb+ass get smokеd
drippin’ clout, b+tch, i’m soakin’
this bread, keep my toes
where the b+tter?
feel like young when he made “cutta” (uh+yea)
on my brother (uh+yea)
’cause i don’t want no b+tch, i want some money
and i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they too funny
you just mad my b+tch, your b+tch really, really shot
firecracker, fourth of july, that b+tch really, really popped
plus, we really with the sh+ts, these n+ggas really, really not
your b+tch sad, your b+tch slidin’
know you blew like a light
my b+tch right, candy+like
that juicy fruit and it’s ripe
fresh, it squeeze, oh geez
she k!lled a ho, rest in peace
give a f+ck ’bout want and needs
all i really want is knees
that money tempt me, new givenchy
squeeze that b+tch ’til it get empty
hit that block, they out there deep
we hit that b+tch, leave that b+tch empty, huh
smoke everything, chimney, huh
i’m bobby, my b+tch whitney, huh
i’m slidin’, my b+tch with me, huh
she ride [?] they hear me, huh
you just mad my b+tch bad, my b+tch that, my b+tch candy
your b+tch “mm,” your b+tch “nah,” you wild as h+ll, on my granny
that’s your bm? y’all a family? boy, you sleep off a xanny
make her eat like a zombie, b+tch, that ho abercrombie, ugh
f+ckin’ n+ggas’ b+tches, no, i really can’t help it
and these b+tches ain’t mine, boy, they everybody else’s
hottest thing on the street, got everybody meltin’
and these b+tches ain’t mine, boy, they everybody else’s, heugh
my b+tch thang
your b+tch gang+gang+gang since potty train
my b+tch redline her thang
your b+tch red line her train
lil’ ho ridin’ full throttle
your ho got it, full swallow
she’ll drink a full bottle
suck a glock out for a hollow, heugh
you just mad, i know you blew
your ho done+done, yeah, she through
she was f+ckin’ foe ‘nem, too (gang)
you sick as h+ll, sis, flu
“who he talkin’ ’bout?” you
b+tch, you thumbs down, boo
money sl!cky, ho’s like pinky
but you know my ‘roll blue
[chorus]
you just mad my b+tch bad
my b+tch that, your b+tch not
your b+tch “ugh,” your b+tch popped
my b+tch dope, you can’t shop
your b+tch broke, my b+tch gwop
my b+tch “d+mn,” your b+tch “taha”
my b+tch crack, your b+tch not
your b+tch trash, my b+tch slide
you just mad my b+tch bad
my b+tch that, your b+tch not
your b+tch “ugh,” your b+tch popped
my b+tch dope, you can’t shop
your b+tch broke, my b+tch gwop
my b+tch “d+mn,” your b+tch “taha”
my b+tch crack, your b+tch not
your b+tch trash, my b+tch slide

- fbg dutchie lyrics

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