B*tch Im the Shit
Oh (oh) Yeah (yeah)
Uh bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I ain't worried bout shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I'm on my own shit
you don't see my outfit
Bitch I'm ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bi-bi-bitch I'm the shit
See me ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bitch I'm the shit
Bitches all in my car, they want to run with the star
Got all these niggas mad, pop the trunk flash a face off
Nigga you ain't met T-Raw, hit the bass so hard
Got bitches taken it off, I can't fuck wit she too tall
Got a bitch dat play ball, found the pussy I charge
Make that ass applaud, i don't cuff it like the law
I fly a bitch to milan, she don't know what I'm on
I play the game so crazy, she thinking this shit soft
Reel em in, wheel em in, like bana white in wheel a fortune
Why you all up in her face, man she thinking that shit torture
I I win again win again cuz nigga I stay scorching
I'm the man man on fire kill the style like abortion
Cuz bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I ain't worried bout shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I'm on my own shit
you don't see my outfit
Bitch I'm ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bi-bi-bitch I'm the shit
See me ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bitch I'm the shit
Man these hoes problems so I fuck em never call em
but I love love black woman and they love whats in my wallet
got got gold on in dis frozen C
that last king move over, Talkin loud like my molder
you want some scary shit like october HAHA
take a seat have a soda why you staring over your shoulda
you good man we don't want ya
and you faker than willy wonka
real shit I told you, new styles i showed ya
got green like its a locust, why you on my bumper I'm focused
Reel em in, wheel em in, like bana white in wheel a fortune
Why you all up in her face, man she thinking that shit torture
I I win again win again cuz nigga I stay scorching
I'm the man man on fire kill the style like abortion
Cuz bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I ain't worried bout shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I'm on my own shit
you don't see my outfit
Bitch I'm ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bi-bi-bitch I'm the shit
See me ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bitch I'm the shit
Uh bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I ain't worried bout shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I'm on my own shit
you don't see my outfit
Bitch I'm ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bi-bi-bitch I'm the shit
See me ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bitch I'm the shit
Bitches all in my car, they want to run with the star
Got all these niggas mad, pop the trunk flash a face off
Nigga you ain't met T-Raw, hit the bass so hard
Got bitches taken it off, I can't fuck wit she too tall
Got a bitch dat play ball, found the pussy I charge
Make that ass applaud, i don't cuff it like the law
I fly a bitch to milan, she don't know what I'm on
I play the game so crazy, she thinking this shit soft
Reel em in, wheel em in, like bana white in wheel a fortune
Why you all up in her face, man she thinking that shit torture
I I win again win again cuz nigga I stay scorching
I'm the man man on fire kill the style like abortion
Cuz bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I ain't worried bout shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I'm on my own shit
you don't see my outfit
Bitch I'm ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bi-bi-bitch I'm the shit
See me ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bitch I'm the shit
Man these hoes problems so I fuck em never call em
but I love love black woman and they love whats in my wallet
got got gold on in dis frozen C
that last king move over, Talkin loud like my molder
you want some scary shit like october HAHA
take a seat have a soda why you staring over your shoulda
you good man we don't want ya
and you faker than willy wonka
real shit I told you, new styles i showed ya
got green like its a locust, why you on my bumper I'm focused
Reel em in, wheel em in, like bana white in wheel a fortune
Why you all up in her face, man she thinking that shit torture
I I win again win again cuz nigga I stay scorching
I'm the man man on fire kill the style like abortion
Cuz bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I ain't worried bout shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I'm on my own shit
you don't see my outfit
Bitch I'm ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bi-bi-bitch I'm the shit
See me ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bitch I'm the shit
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Stevenson, Jess Jackson
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