Bitches
Yea
Tired of
KING
Man I'm tired of dealing with bitches
Then hoes don't know what they want
Get a good one And she for the trenches
Get a bad one she won't leave You lone
And Im tired of bringing my shit to the table
It be on the table alone
Yu thinking I'm with You cause I want yo pussy
But I can that on my own
So I'm tired of dealing with bitches
I don't got a Queen In my cards
I tried to shuffle the deck
Played a few hands
And got left with the hearts
Maybe I counting the cards wrong
I feel like I'm missing a suit
She probably renig
I gotta watch her
That's what these bitches gone do
Hello
Why You not answer yo phone
Oh You was sleep
No You with girls
I know when yo car leaving home
Oh im a stalker now
Cause Im tryna love You
And still put You on
I feel like skywalker now
You look like a sith
Who was forced to come home
Cause I'm on some better shit
Yu on some can't stay together shit
Feel like a revered whenever Im talkin
And leaving this shit in the sediment
I Know I be rocking her waves
I had to say it
Even though it wasn't relevant
She tried to play it
Like PlayStation
But i be a player
And that's for the hell of it
And
She only had wanted to Fuck
Cause I told her I'm celibate
(Woah)
And I'm not a preacher
But I got some speeches
They don't got impediments
(No)
These bitches be reachers
Me imma teach her
I'm not talkin elements
(Oh)
I'm tired of dealing with bitches
Get me a deal
Ima better it
She gone fall in love With the rhetoric
She can't stay ahead of it
See I put my heart out
She gave me a hard on
She asked if I'm packing
I say do it matter to You
Cause You want my heart gone
But yea I got guns
So don't try to play me
Cause I'm not the one to be stepped on
And I'm not the one to be slept on
Crept on
I'll intercept whatever Yu said wrong
If you Wanna catch me in the bedroom
Yu need more head room
She throw it back Without legroom
I been in her belly
And all in the belly of beasts
Who said I could hit soon
These bitches ain't shit
We prolly ain't either
Me I'm the shit I admit to it
And I'm not a lover boy
But I got a love of the passion
I spit to it
Now she wanna follow my YouTube
I told its KO then Deek
She asked for my Twitter
I said it's I Eats Dat
She said you a freak
Now she talkin bout Instagram
Well On there
See me as d00bleO Deek
Now she want the snap
She asking for much
You see how these bitches gone creep
Tired of
KING
Man I'm tired of dealing with bitches
Then hoes don't know what they want
Get a good one And she for the trenches
Get a bad one she won't leave You lone
And Im tired of bringing my shit to the table
It be on the table alone
Yu thinking I'm with You cause I want yo pussy
But I can that on my own
So I'm tired of dealing with bitches
I don't got a Queen In my cards
I tried to shuffle the deck
Played a few hands
And got left with the hearts
Maybe I counting the cards wrong
I feel like I'm missing a suit
She probably renig
I gotta watch her
That's what these bitches gone do
Hello
Why You not answer yo phone
Oh You was sleep
No You with girls
I know when yo car leaving home
Oh im a stalker now
Cause Im tryna love You
And still put You on
I feel like skywalker now
You look like a sith
Who was forced to come home
Cause I'm on some better shit
Yu on some can't stay together shit
Feel like a revered whenever Im talkin
And leaving this shit in the sediment
I Know I be rocking her waves
I had to say it
Even though it wasn't relevant
She tried to play it
Like PlayStation
But i be a player
And that's for the hell of it
And
She only had wanted to Fuck
Cause I told her I'm celibate
(Woah)
And I'm not a preacher
But I got some speeches
They don't got impediments
(No)
These bitches be reachers
Me imma teach her
I'm not talkin elements
(Oh)
I'm tired of dealing with bitches
Get me a deal
Ima better it
She gone fall in love With the rhetoric
She can't stay ahead of it
See I put my heart out
She gave me a hard on
She asked if I'm packing
I say do it matter to You
Cause You want my heart gone
But yea I got guns
So don't try to play me
Cause I'm not the one to be stepped on
And I'm not the one to be slept on
Crept on
I'll intercept whatever Yu said wrong
If you Wanna catch me in the bedroom
Yu need more head room
She throw it back Without legroom
I been in her belly
And all in the belly of beasts
Who said I could hit soon
These bitches ain't shit
We prolly ain't either
Me I'm the shit I admit to it
And I'm not a lover boy
But I got a love of the passion
I spit to it
Now she wanna follow my YouTube
I told its KO then Deek
She asked for my Twitter
I said it's I Eats Dat
She said you a freak
Now she talkin bout Instagram
Well On there
See me as d00bleO Deek
Now she want the snap
She asking for much
You see how these bitches gone creep
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Writer(s): Deon Williams
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