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tyga - out this bitch lyrics

out this b-tch
(feat. kirko bangz)

[hook – kirko bangz:]
she say i’m trynna make this work, you’re doin’ it again
f-ck this sh-t, i’m out this b-tch
say i’m out this b-tch (i’m out this b-tch)
say i’m out this b-tch (i’m out this b-tch)
say i’m out this b-tch (i’m out this b-tch)
she tell me
“you could have that b-tch, you ain’t bout sh-t, f-ck this sh-t, i’m out this b-tch”
she like “f-ck that sh-t”
she got me like “f-ck that b-tch!”
say i’m out this b-tch…

same old n-gg-r making stuck in the day,
she the same since highschool back in the day,
cute face, deep eyes, with the low beety ways,
says she just finished school, now she worked at a bank,
now i’m all in the bank, all in the bank, probably with some n-gg-rs that be rob in the bank,
rob in the bank, now it’s all in the paper and she told me all about it, said i wanna see you later,
but i’m into deep, she said she’s got a n-gg-r, but the n-gg-r wakes
and i had a b-tch, but she told me she’s too mean,
and i wanna see you, call me when the n-gg-r leave.
you know i’d be right back over, spend the night over,
mixing me a cup, she don’t like being sober,
in love with a man, so she says, is getting late,
can’t stay, now we are back arguing.

she say i’m trynna make this work, you’re doin’ it again
f-ck this sh-t, i’m out this b-tch
say i’m out this b-tch (i’m out this b-tch)
say i’m out this b-tch (i’m out this b-tch)
say i’m out this b-tch (i’m out this b-tch)
she tell me
“you could have that b-tch, you ain’t bout sh-t, f-ck this sh-t, i’m out this b-tch”
she like “f-ck that sh-t”
she got me like “f-ck that b-tch!”
say i’m out this b-tch…

now i’m right back in the same position, with the same b-tch that i said i was quitting a minute ago,
i’m out of control, over these hoes, dealing with emotions i don’t wanna show,
it’s like one or two flaws, don’t wanna be involved with her at all
tired of waiting, i’m getting impatient, she is lately with her best friend and the head game’s crazy,
single now, living life while i’m on a deadly
ain’t got time for no sorry, just brought a ferrari,
cost me two eighty, now these b-tches wanna call me by my real name.
baby, ain’t got time for no motherf-cking questions,
to my ex’s, hope you learned your lesson.
while you’re out stressing i’m somewhere out s-xing,
on to the next one, on to the next thing,
no, you ain’t tripping.
all on your tv, now she wanna text me.

say i’m out this b-tch, say i’m out this b-tch.

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