B.I.T.S.

I love you but them other niggas my tricks
I got way too many options to be worried bout a bitch
I got way too many problems
I'm just worried bout getting rich
And I'm way too fucking fine to be someone's side bitch

You too fucking lame to be lying on yo dick
That don't make you player cause you lying to yo bitch
That don't make you real cause you ain't snitch when you hit them licks
But you still backdooring your niggas telling all kinda lies and shit
Boy you ain't no gangster with that glock if you still gone miss
How you hang with shooters that can't even aim and shit
How you gone say fuck then niggas but still scream gang in this bitch
These niggas faker then these bitches
But be capping they so ignorant
They can't even last a minute
But be quick to tell if they hit it
Know he still gone fuck me even if I'm on the end of my sentence
Bad bitch, good intentions
And my niggas got extensions
But I do not do extensions
So don't be speaking on the business

Bitch I'm the shit
That's why these niggas on my dick
But I can't lie I love a bad bitch who on her shit
These bitches keep on staring
Might as well just take a pic
My head stay in the clouds
Cause I got dreams of getting rich
I'm one of a kind so don't compare me to no bitch
I got my own style
Don't need designer to call this drip
I'll rather spend it on some trips
On the beach, skinny dip
Mesmerize yo nigga
Enchant him with my hips
Fuck where's Waldo
Nigga where's my clit
If you ain't eating pussy nigga
I ain't sucking shit
And he gone eat this pussy then I kiss him on the lips
And he gone beat it up we making bangers in this bitch
We making bangers in this bitch
We making bangers in this bitch
We making bangers in this bitch
We making bangers in this bitch



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Writer(s): Da’vionne Robertson
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