richie stackin – bitchmade lyrics
[intro: richie stackin]
st-tches, we gon’ have to get ’em, these boys b-tch made, richie stackin and st-tches, florida boys in the house, we k!llin’ all you b-tch made, they hatin’, man, keep stack
[hook: st-tches]
you b-tch made, talkin’ sh-t behind my back
you b-tch made, you gon’ talk to my strap
you b-tch made, talkin’ sh-t behind my back
you b-tch made, you gon’ talk to my strap
p-ssy, you is a p-ssy
when you walk by me, i smell some p-ssy
i let my gun do the talkin’
f-ck with me, you ain’t gon’ be walkin’
[verse 1: richie stackin]
ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of b-tches
i’m chillin’ with my dog st-tches
we in the rolls royce talkin’ business
bunch of b-tches, takin’ pictures
brick in yo face, got em itchin’
el cubano, flippin’ chickens
talk sh-t, leave ya -ss missin’
bring the whole toast, bring the whole kitchen
florida boy got ammunition
bustin’ out that expedition
lil mama send a text message
i told the b-tch, hold on a second
hundred carats all in my necklace
got my codeine straight from texas
three blunts, that’s just for breakfast
weed game, i’m well connected
got a condo with a fish tank
yo boy got that big bank
i’m all about my ben frank’s
blowin’ up, hussein
shoot down ya plane like ukraine
you b-tch made, what you sayin’?
i ride the track like two trains
my dog love sellin’ cocaine
(i love sellin’ blow!!!!!!!!!)
[hook: st-tches]
you b-tch made, talkin’ sh-t behind my back
you b-tch made, you gon’ talk to my strap
you b-tch made, talkin’ sh-t behind my back
you b-tch made, you gon’ talk to my strap
p-ssy, you is a p-ssy
when you walk by me, i smell some p-ssy
i let my gun do the talkin’
f-ck with me, you ain’t gon’ be walkin’
[verse 2: st-tches]
my best friend is my strap, f-ck with me and you get clapped
my name is st-tches, you know that, i sell cocaine and crack
my name be up in the stats, cocaine fly through the map
my name should be “crack”, yo re-rock is wack
i’m in love with cocaine (straight up!)
i’m in love with my rifle (and i’ll shoot you!)
they say, “that boy st-tches a psycho”
my b-tches naked when they baggin’ up
ain’t no hoes gon’ steal from us
tmi gang, my family, all my n-ggas will die for me
i supply cocaine in the streets, and i merk these beats
[hook: st-tches]
you b-tch made, talkin’ sh-t behind my back
you b-tch made, you gon’ talk to my strap
you b-tch made, talkin’ sh-t behind my back
you b-tch made, you gon’ talk to my strap
p-ssy, you is a p-ssy
when you walk by me, i smell some p-ssy
i let my gun do the talkin’
f-ck with me, you ain’t gon’ be walkin’
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