Bitches (Raw Version)
Yeah
Aye
It's crazy how ya main bitch ain't ya main bitch
Cuz all these bitches go too many ho's I guess I'm Saint Nick
Yeah she sit up on my lap but I don't have no gifts that you can handpick
All this coughing virus going around so you know the flow sick
I'm certified in scooba diving dove up in her ocean
But she love the roller coasting
Said let's do it but with less commotion
So I kept on stroking
They been hoping that a nigga just might fall off
Yeah I love them hard heads cuz the ass soft
Guess I'm really sicker than I thought because my mask off
I see em really tryna throw that shade well that's a bad toss
You can come and get this crisscross
I understand you really pissed off
Cuz a nigga finna floss
And it cost to be the boss
If you thought that I taught
Sum stock bonds I bought
Sum new rocks that's frost
Where it came from my cloth
Now I'm just tryna be the cause of an explosive new wave
Guess that mean we all just dying in tsunamis today
Before I leave I need to put them presidents in my safe
I really need sum mo' space
It's time to dig a new grave
Don't be afraid cuz I like talking to the dead
Because them zombies keep me conscious when I'm writing with this lead
If I lay one in the coffin then I'm sick next to that bed
I must repent on what I said but I won't ever be no hypocrite
If you broke it off we can't rekindle shit
Know toxic bitches love expensive whips
Crazy what they'll do for all them poker chips but not just them, them niggas too
They just sit back and just watch
Then up next here comes the plot
I can see they already forgot
I'm that nigga that can fall off and be right back at the top
They say that time just move too fast but it's just been froze in my watch
Said she wanna give sum slop slop
Told her bend over and just make that pussy pop pop
Then I ran it up you think I'll stop stop
Hell nahhh
Tried to chew the beef up spit it out I guess that means I'm too raw
Tried to swallow it, it won't fit guess I need like two jaws
Woke up in the Beamer all I had was cash and two bras
Aye
It's crazy how ya main bitch ain't ya main bitch
Cuz all these bitches go too many ho's I guess I'm Saint Nick
Yeah she sit up on my lap but I don't have no gifts that you can handpick
All this coughing virus going around so you know the flow sick
I'm certified in scooba diving dove up in her ocean
But she love the roller coasting
Said let's do it but with less commotion
So I kept on stroking
They been hoping that a nigga just might fall off
Yeah I love them hard heads cuz the ass soft
Guess I'm really sicker than I thought because my mask off
I see em really tryna throw that shade well that's a bad toss
You can come and get this crisscross
I understand you really pissed off
Cuz a nigga finna floss
And it cost to be the boss
If you thought that I taught
Sum stock bonds I bought
Sum new rocks that's frost
Where it came from my cloth
Now I'm just tryna be the cause of an explosive new wave
Guess that mean we all just dying in tsunamis today
Before I leave I need to put them presidents in my safe
I really need sum mo' space
It's time to dig a new grave
Don't be afraid cuz I like talking to the dead
Because them zombies keep me conscious when I'm writing with this lead
If I lay one in the coffin then I'm sick next to that bed
I must repent on what I said but I won't ever be no hypocrite
If you broke it off we can't rekindle shit
Know toxic bitches love expensive whips
Crazy what they'll do for all them poker chips but not just them, them niggas too
They just sit back and just watch
Then up next here comes the plot
I can see they already forgot
I'm that nigga that can fall off and be right back at the top
They say that time just move too fast but it's just been froze in my watch
Said she wanna give sum slop slop
Told her bend over and just make that pussy pop pop
Then I ran it up you think I'll stop stop
Hell nahhh
Tried to chew the beef up spit it out I guess that means I'm too raw
Tried to swallow it, it won't fit guess I need like two jaws
Woke up in the Beamer all I had was cash and two bras
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Writer(s): Marcus Coakley
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