yg - bitchez rj & yg lyrics
b-tch n-gg- say what?
remind me and my sl-t, don’t make me drop my nut
and i’m on uh,
all raw uncut, broad in pocket don’t touch my b-tt.
[verse 1:]
business, get some, she on the line like fire
five, and one, pop things like five,
drop it all, says she ready to go,
hold up, i gotta show
you boys like hoes, n-gg-s like b-tchez
mob wonder why i ain’t with ya?
i ain’t got time, handle my business,
i’ll play no word, that’s a low key screaming
girl name lindsey, girl name molly
both like me, we all like money
n-gg- my sentence, i ain’t cuffin’ no b-tchez like
i’ve been the same queer,
[hook:]
i’m on my business, got all kind of b-tchez,
work em out like a gymnast,
you n-gg-s like b-tchez, all in my dentrist,
remind me of my benz.
b-tchez, too many b-tchez,
still it ain’t enough b-tchez.
i handle my business,
can’t handle your b-tches,
keep her out of my business,
man i got b-tchez.
[verse 2:]
give me a pill i might pop one,
give me a pill i might pop one,
and i trust no b-tch that might got some,
i f-ck you with a condom b-tch it ain’t my sign,
they got the homie for a hot one,
and these bell when i peck i’m trying to flock one,
give me this, give me that, f-ck no you rap,
i ain’t no trick, circle this big d-ck
f-ck on my clique, like that yeah straight up,
them basketball while she show you how you n-gg-s play
up
hoe, sl-t, ratchet, i’m going ham till they put me in
the casket,
and i’m packin, d-ck in the mackin’
pull it out and get crackin’
look i got rich b-tches and them b-tchez got b-tchez
and i’m giving your mama my digits,
[hook:]
i’m on my business, got all kind of b-tchez,
work em out like a gymnast,
you n-gg-s like b-tchez, all in my dentrist,
remind me of my benz.
b-tchez, too many b-tchez,
still it ain’t enough b-tchez.
i handle my business,
can’t handle your b-tches,
keep her out of my business,
man i got b-tchez.
[verse 3:]
b-tch got b-tchez,
b-tch b-tchez got b-tchez,
see i’m at the function,
front road got the jumpin’
show trap and i’m funkin’
honey you’re a woman, probably really want a husband
b-tch you feel it in your stomach,
hoes get nothin’, bust a d-ck and instructions
i don’t need no interruptions,..
so we get stumptious playin’ always as someone
don’t forget the motherf-cker, that’s introduction
i’m out here husslin, you want the lean i’m struggling,
cut it with a cutter start to whip with a b-tton,
no keys just touching, microwave oven
leave the cookin’ for the b-tches, unless i’m cookin up
a pidgeon
[hook:]
i’m on my business, got all kind of b-tchez,
work em out like a gymnast,
you n-gg-s like b-tchez, all in my dentrist,
remind me of my benz.
b-tchez, too many b-tchez,
still it ain’t enough b-tchez.
i handle my business,
can’t handle your b-tches,
keep her out of my business,
man i got b-tchez.
b-tchez, b-tchez b-tchez
b-tchez, b-tchez b-tchez
[hook:]
i’m on my business, got all kind of b-tchez,
work em out like a gymnast,
you n-gg-s like b-tchez, all in my dentrist,
remind me of my benz.
b-tchez, too many b-tchez,
still it ain’t enough b-tchez.
i handle my business,
can’t handle your b-tches,
keep her out of my business,
man i got b-tchez.
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