lil boosie – materialistic bitch lyrics
[chorus:]
its all because of this whip
its all because of these clothes
you’s a materilalistic b-tch (i tried to tell ya)
you’s a materialistic hoe (yea)
a it’s all because of that cash
it’s all because of that dough
you’s a materialistic b-tch (i tried to tell ya)
you’s a materialistic hoe (yea)
got nothin but d-ck
im jus a squirrel tryna catch a nut
trickin dollars on sl-ts
i never heard of such
hoes be trippin
thinkin im finna spend sum money
but im a player
got it from ms. sandra and donnie
beezy a soldier
24/7 on the street
so aint no fallin
we fa a m-th-f-ckin freak
say i was strugglin
wasnt n-body on side but u
would u be down to ride for me
like i’ll ride for u
oh us a gold digger
i remember when i was broke aint never had a b-tch like u before
my game was strong but not that muhf-ckin strong
til that bread got long
[?] hittin my phone
so once again its on
and they kno this
thats why they jockin
tryna be my old lady
so they could break my pockets
but b-tch u got my f-cked up
i drop my nuts on the top of yo head
we could never ever be together
and plus im knowin that
[chorus]
[phat:]
its all because of my money
its all because of dem hundreds
its all because of my grill
its all because of this deal
dem hoes be all on my watch
dem hoes be all on my jock
i think they all gold diggers
finna be soon straight flippers
f-ck me u f-ck wit my click (3 deep)
best believe
and it aint gon quit (not wit me)
sl-tastic dog -ss b-tch
without this guh u wouldnt b sh-t
walk around wit cha stupid -ss
u deserve a straight kick in ya -ss
matter fact u can pack yo bags
like webbie i dont want yo -ss no mo cuz
[chorus]
[sh-ll:]
these dog -ss hoes
chapped -ss hoes
im bout 2 picket bout these ratchet -ss hoes
neisha, lisa and theresa
sh-ll even f-cked keisha
dog i hit jalisa in the bac of the f-ckin bleachers
i guess thats my way of showin my -ss to my teachers
better find ya baby daddy
b-tch i cant feed ya
u see this new whip and this big grip and now u cheesed up
phat these hoes be down bad
goin all kinda crosses and makin a n-gg- mad
worryin bout the next b-tch
u gon on that x b-tch
she suck d-ck
for sum pills and a new outfit
i get the p-ssy then im out b-tch
and i guess thats y them dog -ss hoes call me that out d-ck
holla at me when im out b-tch
make a pimp rich
hit the strip while big daddy count chips
[chorus]
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