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zaytoven - my bitch badder lyrics

[chorus: young dolph]
you got b-tches, i got b-tches, but my b-tches badder
i got skrilla, you got skrilla, but my skrilla longer
your b-tch thick and my b-tch thick, but my b-tch -ss much fatter
we say we gang, they say they gang, but my gang way more stronger
you got ice and i got ice, but my sh-t hit more harder
i got whips and you got whips, but all my whips is foreign
i got b-tches, you got b-tches, but my b-tches badder
you got b-tches, i got b-tches, but my b-tches badder

[verse 1: young dolph]
drop top with my shirt off
on my way to drop your girl off
these rocks on me, they hit
these rocks they liu kang kickin’
this philippe cost honcho
half a million at the condo
got more ammo than the gun store
vs 30 pointers in my watch
ayy, 30 hollow tips in my glock
i do magic, i turn nothin’ into somethin’
my trap down just kriss kross jumpin’
these big diamonds on me chunky
lil rich n-gg-, it’s hard for me to hide it (for real)
if it don’t cost a quarter million then i can’t drive it (naw)
20 bad b-tches at the party and it’s private
everyday we smokin’ weed and party like it’s friday

[verse 2: hefna gwap]
you got whips and i got whips, you got sticks and i got sticks
let’s meet up and have a shootout, n-gg-, f-ck the rappin’ sh-t
[?] like the trappin’ sh-t, y’all be with the cappin’ sh-t
jefe should’ve been a pimp, jefe like to smack a b-tch
yeah you got the rave boy, but [?] got the [?] n-gg-
your b-tch been with me three days and she won’t go home, n-gg-
solitaires on me goin’ off like an alarm, n-gg-
thousand bags of og like we got our own farm, n-gg-
fresh up out the clink, i just beat another charge, n-gg-
heard you runnin’ off with that, p-ssy tryna dodge n-gg-s
all my b-tches foreign and they love ’em all, n-gg-
walk inside the gucci store, they treat me like a god, n-gg-

[verse 3: young dolph]
seven chains on (bloaw)
rollie on my left, patek on my right arm
ayy, you in the way
if you ain’t gettin’ paid, f-ck n-gg-s get played
never give my heart to a b-tch, never give my heart to a b-tch
you should see the look on they face, they still mad ’cause i got rich
what the f-ck?
whole lotta ice made her wanna spend the night
whole lotta stacks made me get a bigger pack
whole lotta hustlin’ ’cause a whole lotta flexin’
she all in her feelings, now she doin a lotta textin’
turnt up in the trap, call that a whole lotta blessings

- zaytoven lyrics

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