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ft plies rico love - main bitches (ft. plies) - rico love lyrics

(intro)
yea, them be the main b-tches
yea, them be the main b-tches
main b-tches, main b-tches, main b-tches

(verse)
now i be d-mned if i let you broke b-tches try to yap at me about me ballin
i entertained that sh-t for a minute or two
but i ain’t feelin the sh-t that you told
now you ain’t paid for these bottles
and you ain’t paid to get in
so b-tch go ahead with them problems
if i end up f-ckin yo friend
now this my vip and you a guest hoe
and i don’t need that stress hoe
you got -ss and br–sts hoe
but that’s a cheap -ss dress though
save that for them weak n-gg-s
low self, cheap n-gg-s
man you better get yo facts straight
i f-cked you, i ain’t sleep wit you
and yea i took you shoppin
‘cus you was lookin all cheap
and i can’t have no waggy -ss b-tches hanging with me
‘cus these hoes be actin up
and these n-gg-s be letting em
‘cus these n-gg-s be suckas
but me, i don’t be sweatin

(hook)
yea, them be the main b-tches
the ones who ain’t got sh-t
be the main ones talkin that sh-t
n-body got time for that, b-tch
them be the main b-tches
the ones who flexin all hard
b-tch you ain’t got no crib
b-tch you ain’t got no car
them be the main b-tches
main b-tches, main b-tches, main b-tches
yea, them be the main b-tches
main b-tches, main b-tches, main b-tches
yea, them be the main b-tches
main b-tches, main b-tches, main b-tches
yea, them be the main b-tches
lame b-tches, turn the lights on

(verse)
read, my, lips, hoe
you ain’t got a pot to p-ss in
the wouldn’t throw at neither you dog -ss hoe
always talkin bout the next b-tch, the next b-tch
well you ain’t got more than x b-tch
and hoe yo weeb look a f-ckin mess
can tell you did yo own sh-t
and all we talkin bout is red bottoms
b-tch you f-ck with them red bottoms
and keep sleepin on that blow-up mattress
and b-tch you gon have back problems
and keep givin all that head away
and b-tch you gon have neck problems
you done f-cked a n-gg- that had a couple dollars
but you could never get sh-t from him
yall, hoes, got a, lot of, nerve, talkin, slick (slick)
especially, when the, b-tch, talkin, slick, ain’t got sh-t

(verse)
yo baby daddy ain’t sh-t
his baby mama ain’t either
bout of yall like to smoke
but can’t put in on the reefer
on instagram you be flexin bout you a bad b-tch, you’s a keeper
talkin all that fly sh-t but you lyin to all these people
stop takin pictures hoe
stop takin pictures hoe
b-tch where yo kids at?
they never wit you hoe
all in the club dead broke
well that’s gon get you hoe
won’t get you wifed up, won’t make you richer hoe hoe hoe
and when you look up in the sky
and you see hundreds of bottles
i know you be like
i wish i was with that guy
but i was a b-tch, i shoulda been way more polite
now you outside and we inside
and you got nowhere to stay for the night
nowhere to stay for the night
now watch me play for that m

- ft plies rico love lyrics

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