gucci mane - these bitches lyrics
[intro: chief keef (distorted)]
i got hard d-ck for all these b-tches
i get all these numbers i don’t call these b-tches
no patience for relations kiss my rari b-tches
these n-ggas don’t know us we never saw these n-ggas
[verse 1: gucci mane]
i got a v12 sittin on rims and i put the bulk back in my benz
got a fn with a seatbelt strapped on it cause it’s my friend
breaking bricks down in my den, i got bills stacked to my chin
diamond gems cost an m&m, watch so bright cut off a limb
look at me then look at him, hard top bentley bentley rims
f-cked two sisters wet the crib, in a drop top dunk i broke the rims
back to back b-tch call them twins, got a hard top x and a drop top m, call me iceberg slim can’t f-ck with him
2k on weed – h-ll, that’s a bill, 5k on lean, i’m leaning now
drunk two whole pints, i’m dreaming now
your girlfriends a s-m-n demon, big guwop she screaming out, drop top rarri showing cleavage
i’m on cleveland, call it believeland
knocked your b-tch didn’t need no reason, take my b-tch then call it even
[hook: chief keef]
i got hard d-ck for all these b-tches
i get all their numbers i don’t call these b-tches
no patience for relations kiss my rari b-tches
n-ggas don’t know us, we never saw these n-ggas
you can hold this 30 out this 40 n-gga
you die, you hit forgis – that’s on shawty, n-gga
we don’t trust these b-tches or these n-ggas
got the big face rollies 40 on us n-ggas
[verse 2: oj da juiceman]
n-gga tried to knock me off
but these n-ggas extra soft
how the h-ll you just start robbing come and try and test a boss
played the hand that i was dealt,40 make you patty melt
i don’t send no n-ggas dawg i do that sh-t by myself
co-defendant that’s a no
can’t have that sh-t fly in court
one thing about young juice my
n-ggas spied the p-ssy like a scope
since you p-ssy i’ma send these hollow tips down your throat
k!lla k!ller murder murder flip that n-gga like a burger
i don’t shoot for legs so you know ain’t no attempted murder
and young juice man stay with fire
make me put you on a burner
smoke you like a cancer stick
make your momma deal my load
talking all that tough talk but your -ss know you bologna
born to go to war, man you got me talking like i’m tony
[hook: chief keef]
i got hard d-ck for all these b-tches
i get all their numbers i don’t call these b-tches
no patience for relations kiss my rari b-tches
n-ggas don’t know us, we never saw these n-ggas
you can hold this 30 out this 40 n-gga
you die, you hit forgis – that’s on shawty, n-gga
we don’t trust these b-tches or these n-ggas
got the big face rollies 40 on us n-ggas
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