Housewife
What you bitches sick about now
I'm hitting yo nigga
He fucking with me, dicking me down
Fat and you round, them babies got you stuck in the house
Told me he don't even wanna put his dick in yo mouth
Calling my phone, like I'm the one that's breaking a home
He furnished the crib that I'm in, who in the wrong
You should be so thankful
I changed that nigga angle
I made yo man put some real diamonds in his angels
PayPal, Money Gram, every other day
Home boy came through 4 me
Every which of way
I can take the food off yo whole table, Bitch play
You really trying 2 beef with Sweets 4 that Fuck Nigga ways
So what bitches sick 4
I should run a crash course, show you what it hit 4
Dirty little bitch whore, and yo nigga want me to change
So I can be a housewife to that nigga, ashamed
I ain't into cuffing niggas but they always bag me
Cumming in the pussy nigga, you ain't even ask me
Thought you had a wife baby, ain't you got a family
I Bossed his whole life up, I should've been his Mammy
So what you bitches sick 4
Belly everywhere, I bet you thought you was a thick Hoe
Bitches time got an expiration date on that shit
I know you probably wanna fuck me too
Freak Ass Bitch
I'm hitting yo nigga
He fucking with me, dicking me down
Fat and you round, them babies got you stuck in the house
Told me he don't even wanna put his dick in yo mouth
Calling my phone, like I'm the one that's breaking a home
He furnished the crib that I'm in, who in the wrong
You should be so thankful
I changed that nigga angle
I made yo man put some real diamonds in his angels
PayPal, Money Gram, every other day
Home boy came through 4 me
Every which of way
I can take the food off yo whole table, Bitch play
You really trying 2 beef with Sweets 4 that Fuck Nigga ways
So what bitches sick 4
I should run a crash course, show you what it hit 4
Dirty little bitch whore, and yo nigga want me to change
So I can be a housewife to that nigga, ashamed
I ain't into cuffing niggas but they always bag me
Cumming in the pussy nigga, you ain't even ask me
Thought you had a wife baby, ain't you got a family
I Bossed his whole life up, I should've been his Mammy
So what you bitches sick 4
Belly everywhere, I bet you thought you was a thick Hoe
Bitches time got an expiration date on that shit
I know you probably wanna fuck me too
Freak Ass Bitch
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Writer(s): Bianca Jenkins
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