B.B.W
I do not play with you bitches
I only play with these niggas
Number one in all my coding
I can mail you all the scriptures
I'm giving this bitch the boot
If he look he took, you see 'em
Bitch I'm serving the looks
Bitch I'm the bread winner
It's stamped
And I'm past that, I'm sharp
And this ass fat, my face cute
And my mind match
Some bitches ain't even on that
All natural, let 'em tell it
Bitch I broke through walls, big boss breaded
Y'all can not fuck with the speech
You bitches aint fucking with me
I'm the mentor, I am the greatest MC
Get applause when the baddest bitches get in they seats
Broads be eyeing me, yeah they clocking me, better yet
The wanna press me for all the fucking press
They know who I am, I'm my own to impress
I got my own bag, and I got my own checks
Leave them hating ass hoes in ya likes
And ya story, they can watch that
Bitch
I do not play with you bitches
I only play with these niggas
Number one in all my coding
I can mail you all the scriptures
I'm giving this bitch the boot
If he look he took, you see 'em
Bitch I'm serving the looks
Bitch I'm the bread winner
Red alert red alert, you bitches wanna do stand up?
Lemme pull the receipts, you bitches want me to act up?
I got a friend for ya friend, since you dissing me please
These different MCs be talking but I'm with all the heat
I'm packing plus with the feet, bare coated with the white toes
In the face, she see the bottom of all my micros
You been fold, you seen ha I had her just like the chairs
Bitches shaking in they bonnets
My bitches running all through ya stairs
Y'all can't compare to the line up
You can't find no one finer
And if you thought you did
Bitch you a compulsive liar
My faves, and the gang go deep
Challenge anybody then its automatic defeats
Arch in that shit I blew the back out
I go ghost for just a bit, but I'm back now
Hiatus and all the shit, man get the rack out
Oh you speaking down on me, y'all just cap now
Yeah
I do not play with you bitches
I only play with these niggas
Number one in all my coding
I can mail you all the scriptures
I'm giving this bitch the boot
If he look he took, you see 'em
Bitch I'm serving the looks
Bitch I'm the bread winner
I do not play with you bitches
I only play with these niggas
Number one in all my coding
I can mail you all the scriptures
I'm giving this bitch the boot
If he look he took, you see 'em
Bitch I'm serving the looks
Bitch I'm the bread winner
Boss bread winner baby
All my bad boss ass bitches know what I'm fucking talking about
T- Rilla
You know the shits!
I only play with these niggas
Number one in all my coding
I can mail you all the scriptures
I'm giving this bitch the boot
If he look he took, you see 'em
Bitch I'm serving the looks
Bitch I'm the bread winner
It's stamped
And I'm past that, I'm sharp
And this ass fat, my face cute
And my mind match
Some bitches ain't even on that
All natural, let 'em tell it
Bitch I broke through walls, big boss breaded
Y'all can not fuck with the speech
You bitches aint fucking with me
I'm the mentor, I am the greatest MC
Get applause when the baddest bitches get in they seats
Broads be eyeing me, yeah they clocking me, better yet
The wanna press me for all the fucking press
They know who I am, I'm my own to impress
I got my own bag, and I got my own checks
Leave them hating ass hoes in ya likes
And ya story, they can watch that
Bitch
I do not play with you bitches
I only play with these niggas
Number one in all my coding
I can mail you all the scriptures
I'm giving this bitch the boot
If he look he took, you see 'em
Bitch I'm serving the looks
Bitch I'm the bread winner
Red alert red alert, you bitches wanna do stand up?
Lemme pull the receipts, you bitches want me to act up?
I got a friend for ya friend, since you dissing me please
These different MCs be talking but I'm with all the heat
I'm packing plus with the feet, bare coated with the white toes
In the face, she see the bottom of all my micros
You been fold, you seen ha I had her just like the chairs
Bitches shaking in they bonnets
My bitches running all through ya stairs
Y'all can't compare to the line up
You can't find no one finer
And if you thought you did
Bitch you a compulsive liar
My faves, and the gang go deep
Challenge anybody then its automatic defeats
Arch in that shit I blew the back out
I go ghost for just a bit, but I'm back now
Hiatus and all the shit, man get the rack out
Oh you speaking down on me, y'all just cap now
Yeah
I do not play with you bitches
I only play with these niggas
Number one in all my coding
I can mail you all the scriptures
I'm giving this bitch the boot
If he look he took, you see 'em
Bitch I'm serving the looks
Bitch I'm the bread winner
I do not play with you bitches
I only play with these niggas
Number one in all my coding
I can mail you all the scriptures
I'm giving this bitch the boot
If he look he took, you see 'em
Bitch I'm serving the looks
Bitch I'm the bread winner
Boss bread winner baby
All my bad boss ass bitches know what I'm fucking talking about
T- Rilla
You know the shits!
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Writer(s): Teyani Carmichael
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