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rick ross - my bitch lyrics

my b-tch, your b-tch

[verse 1]
my b-tch got the tendency to put it on the scale
your b-tch got the tendency to run and check the mail
my b-tch kind of pretty and her swag is super-mean
your b-tch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans
my b-tch on the come-up while your b-tch is going broke
your b-tch, she ain’t laughing, but my b-tch thinks it’s a joke
your b-tch like to suck a n-gga up until she choke
my b-tch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke
my girl finished high school and she got her a degree
your b-tch trying hard so she could get her ged
see, my b-tch got that att-tude to f-ck a n-gga right
your b-tch just ain’t full of you, she just might be a dyk-
see, my b-tch is imported – she came from overseas
your b-tch is a hood b-tch you can find up in these streets
and your b-tch is the type of b-tch that n-ggas call a ho
and my b-tch is the type of b-tch that’s all about that dough

i’m talking about..

[hook]
my b-tch, your b-tch

[verse 2]
my b-tch like to get it in, we be counting guap
your b-tch looking messy like she smoking rocks
my b-tch she be elegant, she be turning heads
your b-tch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed
my b-tch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
your b-tch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees
your b-tch dumb as h-ll, i think she did it all for free!
my b-tch roll the kush: we smoking j-panese
my b-tch: she educated, walking college grounds
your b-tch selling bootlegs down at the underground
my b-tch a lady but a freak up in the sheets
your b-tch f-ck us up: every n-gga that she meet
my b-tch hustle hard and hold a n-gga down
your b-tch suck a d-ck while another n-gga pounds
my b-tch is the type of b-tch that n-ggas wanna cuff
but she only f-ck with boss n-ggas – lames, you outta luck

i’m talking about..

[hook]
my b-tch, your b-tch

[verse 3]
my b-tch is the type of b-tch that n-ggas wanna do
it’s your own fault suckas so don’t get that sh-t confused
and your b-tch is the type of b-tch who really wanna lose
ghetto with an att-tude: i really don’t approve
see, my b-tch is the type of b-tch that gotta keep it real
if that b-tch don’t like you, she gonna tell you how she feel
your b-tch is the type of b-tch that’s gonna do you bad
lying to the children when she know you ain’t the dad
see, my b-tch only like me cause she know i’m from the south
she like the way i talk and the words come out my mouth
your b-tch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid
i can’t wait til she find out that that’s really not the case
my b-tch is the type of b-tch that’s gonna hold me down
she ain’t ever trippin when a n-gga ain’t around
your b-tch is the type of b-tch that’s blowing up your phone
whining and complaining about when you coming home

i’m talking about..

[hook]
my b-tch, your b-tch

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