Repartee
My name stuck on these bitches...
Ooh I was finna really what
Aye, look
My name stuck on these bitches like a tattoo
They know Cheech a knot a bitch up like some bantus
Wash then Condition her like some Cantu
Treat you like the mail bitch I fuck around and send you
You bitches heard what I said tell y'a friend too
Red dot on yall head, looking like some Hindus
Niggas out here copping, ask the radio is it 10-2
Bitches posting pics of places they neva went too
Like a airport or a real venue
Ima put you bitches through some shit y'all never been through
Cook you like a lentil
Bitch I'm mental, but I meant to
You Ina box like a bento
Bitch Im out this world like Ben 2 (Bent too)
I mean Ben 10
But I'll say it again
I give a buddy pass to bitches
Ill beat up you and ya friend
Singing bout sunny days like you Elmo
I know not to count my eggs but I count these shells tho
All I know is money stick to it like some Velcro
12 Asked my sucka name I told em who the hell knows
Finna pop another perc like my back hurt
Feeling like a desk clerk the way I steady stack work
Can't wait to grab that Grammy off the stage with a damn smirk
And y'all ain't gon know how I feel till now like a bad perc
BITCH
Ooh I was finna really what
Aye, look
My name stuck on these bitches like a tattoo
They know Cheech a knot a bitch up like some bantus
Wash then Condition her like some Cantu
Treat you like the mail bitch I fuck around and send you
You bitches heard what I said tell y'a friend too
Red dot on yall head, looking like some Hindus
Niggas out here copping, ask the radio is it 10-2
Bitches posting pics of places they neva went too
Like a airport or a real venue
Ima put you bitches through some shit y'all never been through
Cook you like a lentil
Bitch I'm mental, but I meant to
You Ina box like a bento
Bitch Im out this world like Ben 2 (Bent too)
I mean Ben 10
But I'll say it again
I give a buddy pass to bitches
Ill beat up you and ya friend
Singing bout sunny days like you Elmo
I know not to count my eggs but I count these shells tho
All I know is money stick to it like some Velcro
12 Asked my sucka name I told em who the hell knows
Finna pop another perc like my back hurt
Feeling like a desk clerk the way I steady stack work
Can't wait to grab that Grammy off the stage with a damn smirk
And y'all ain't gon know how I feel till now like a bad perc
BITCH
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Writer(s): Aries Pierce
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