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feat tyga nipsey hussle yg - bitches ain't shit (feat. tyga & nipsey hussle) - yg lyrics

b-tches ain’t sh-t, but hoes and tricks
b-tches ain’t sh-t, but hoes and tricks
b-tches ain’t sh-t, but hoes and tricks
b-tches ain’t sh-t, but hoes and tricks
b-tches ain’t sh-t, but hoes and tricks
b-tches ain’t sh-t, but hoes and tricks
b-tches ain’t sh-t, but hoes and tricks
b-tches ain’t sh-t, but hoes and tricks

aye…uh
got this b-tch named tara, she let me f-ck her in the car.
like kim kardashian, she wanna be a star.
got this b-tch named britanny, with big -ss t-ties
but b-tches ain’t sh-t, cuz b-tches act mickey (ughhhhh)
got a main b-tch, but i don’t need her.
everytime we f-ck, i gotta pop a bean first.
hit the purp, then eat that p-ssy for dessert.
it gets worse, just watch when she squirt.
i got this b-tch who act sadity,
she live in the sixties,
everytime she hear i got a new b-tch, she says she miss me.
imma thug, got this thug b-tch she stay up in the jungles.
everytime we go to crenshaw mall, she have a rumble.
got this b-tch in the hoovas, i don’t wanna losa
-ss so fat to measure it, i need a rulaaa.
got this bad b-tch, that go to northridge.
she always wear gucci, but she can’t afford it.

take a b-tch life, now it’s my life.
needa b-tch that can f-ck, cook, clean, right.
turn a b-tch out, make her lick twice.
yeah she eat p-ssy, but she don’t f-ck dikes.
laid in the middle, two miller lites
straight kill a b-tch, pop rocks little sprite.
bam bam little chubby -ss gooy car,
tell the b-tch twinkle twinkle come meet a star,
i don’t odom, no lamar
kind of money make her come out her leotard,
i’m in this b-tch, like my d-ck hard.
and i shuffle money, like playing cards.
uh
yg tell them b-tches w-ssup, they ready to cut no,
links in my suit, we don’t cuff em,
straight duck em, like donald.
quack qwak,
i dont even know the sound them b-tches make cuzzzzzz….

look i like b-tches, that’s lightskinned-ed,
with ah whole a lot of -ss, and get right with it,
off a pill, i can prolly’ make her like b-tches,
lick lick it, like a lolli till it’s like liquid,
these hoochies always talkin’ bout, where my d-ck is,
but if it’s not in your mouth, then get out my business,
a n-gg- real ratchet, i ain’t wifin’ sh-t,
known to f-ck and cut her off, lightswitches.
uh, now what i get ? money b-tch,
you look good, but to me you just a b-mmy b-tch,
and the funny sh-t is, you know my other b-tch,
met me through her, on some under cover lover sh-t,
got d-mn, ain’t that your homegurl?
scandalous b-tches, we livin’ in a cold world.
that’s why i flip em, flip em like ah zone gurl.
and everyweek i change my number to my phone cuz…

- feat tyga nipsey hussle yg lyrics

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