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reyes celaya - bitches be trippin' lyrics

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b-tches stop trippin ‘fore you start limpin’

verse 1
now see, if you think you f-ckin’ with me then you must be smokin’ blunts don’t even front, you know in your gut that you like it in your b-tt ’cause you a sl-t
don’t blame me for this new ‘don’t give a f-ck’ personality when y’all are the ones that brought it out of me
i just got tired of y’all getting mad at me for calling you “honey”
it’s not my fault y’all are too blind to see that i was just trying to be friendly
now i’m going to rap all angrily like i’m the new aged slim shady
don’t even tempt me ’cause it will end up all messy
can’t you see that i’m crazy?
does it look like i’m prayin’?
i’ll bust the windows out your car like my name was jazmine sullivan
as long as y’all be trippin’ and b-tchin’ like you’re on your period, i’ll be sippin’ on this dr. pepper and contemplate if i want to listen
debatin’ if i’ll ever understand you women
maybe i’m just stressed out like twenty one pilots so i’ll just start forty two riots but i’m surrounded by idiots
jesus christ, i’m just tryna be nice but maybe i need to think twice because…

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i don’t know why b-tches be trippin’ but i’m always in this situation where they’re always b-tchin’ like they’re on their period

verse 2
now, if you’d just understand that that’s the way i am i wouldn’t have to go ham but y’all insist on getting mad
okay, i can be the best friend that you’ve ever had but your bad att-tude is nastier than a maxi pad
don’t mean to be rude but i’m not in the mood
y’all want me to change the way i am but i won’t and you wonder why they call you a b-tch
not even when i’m filthy rich
it’s like i have this itch my back that i can’t scratch because i hear this noise in my head and it’s your voice saying “don’t call me honey” but it’s not my fault you take it personally
what’s wrong, never been with a nice guy?
it’s not surprise especially ’cause your little bad boys be telling you lies
the biggest one of ’em all is “i love you” and you believe it till he impregnates you and guess what?
as soon as the baby’s born he up and leaves you
that’s what i know but i guess we’ll keep it on the down low
you’re about as dumb as a legally blonde if you think nothing is wrong with that picture
don’t mean to give you a lecture but that’s just the way i feel
how do you deal with it?
is that why y’all be trippin this generation?
get a refill on your prescription and quit pmsing
i’m just messing with you so quit the stressing
but still…

hook
i don’t know why b-tches be trippin’ but i’m always in this situation where they’re always b-tchin’ like they’re on their period

verse 3
now that i got your panties in a bunch i’mma eat you alive like i haven’t had lunch
why can’t you just be happy like the brady bunch?
if you would quit b-tchin’ i wouldn’t have to get p-ssed
what’s wrong your period was missed?
like you have menopause so you know i’m not trying to get up in them drawls
hold the applause and pause because these hoes are as fake as santa claus
talk to the wrist because you just got dissed
diss me if you have the b-lls
make you think you had a s-x change like when bruce turned into caitlyn
now let’s take that up with ellen
now i’m in the position to clothesline these women ’cause they won’t quit b-tchin’
you know what? i’m not even gonna listen
i’m not gonna to change the way i am for no one and don’t step to this ’cause hon, you ain’t want none
always gonna rap till it’s not fun
y’all singing the same old song
what’s wrong, got your thong so far up your -ss that it’s affecting your brain?
i bet you if i can make it rain cash like johnny y’all would be all up on me
now, do you really think we need gold diggers in our country?
if that’s the case go work on santa monica boulevard, you r-t-rd complaining about how life is hard
wait a second, i finally get it, y’all think i’m being affectionate
like legit, go suck on a d-ck that’s gigantic ’cause i’m getting real sick of explaining the same sh-t
call me richard ’cause i’m a d-ck
meet me on the basketball court in my fort so i can call you a b-tch like my name was too short

hook
i don’t know why b-tches be trippin’ but i’m always in this situation where they’re always b-tchin’ like they’re on their period

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