letra de b2b - bbymutha
circle full of hoes, i blow my nose, it look like wintertime
these n-gg-s love me now but wasn’t no love when i ain’t have a dime
i play wit’ yo mind before yo d-ck, i need a bigger plate
like f-ck yo dinner date, i need a rover for the interstate
money over n-gg-s, bigger budgets to blow
bigger packs i gotta flip ‘cause i got places to go
bigger booties in my dm, bigger reefer to smoke
bigger crystals for my mental, i zone out on you hoes
i need all my f-ckin’ sp-ce, this p-ssy fire but y’ain’t said ya grace
i ain’t tryna race, i’m gettin’ paid, i can’t relax today
virgo like beyoncé, sippin’ lemonade in gucci shades
pattin’ my beyoncé braids, watchin’ n-gg-s m-st-rb-t-
smarter than these n-gg-s, they done taught me too much
ion trust ‘em, f-ck ya, pay me, ain’t no d-ck in the guts
k!ll a stage and rock a lace, evil eyes and pretty face
yo big homie wanna taste, he love bbym-th- shape
in the kitchen with the dishes, gettin’ money wit’ my b-tches
poppin’ molly and my b-tches scr-pe the pot and get to business
i want a diamond choker, need a bigger bed to hoe on
wit’ my boyfriend and his boyfriend, buy one get one like a coupon
talkin’ so much sh-t, i k!ll a hoe with the stench
hurt ya feelings, oh ya injured, go and sit on the bench
countin’ money, green fingertips, call me the grinch
need a plug? i can direct you to a play and a pinch, b-tch
money on my mental, golden dental, own it, you a rental
flexin’ on my exes, they pathetic, f-ck it, ion feel ‘em
b-tches love to stalk me, hear ‘em talkin’, i just gotta laugh
see you in the streets, you want a jack or want a autograph
tryna keep me down just ‘cause they know i’m the sh-t
shoulda kept her in the house but now i’m f-ckin’ yo b-tch
keep a pistol in the couch, a block away from the brick
watercolors in my crown, the queen of art in this b-tch
i got issues, you got issues, we just human, i could never stress
i know how it feel to be a loser, b-tch, i know you pressed
see me in them magazines and yeah, my crib a f-ckin’ mess
and yet you still can’t f-ck up my rotation, b-tch, i’m f-ckin’ blessed
child of the universe, the star of my show
i’m on pluto poppin’ molly, percocets wit’ ya hoe
twenty-eight years down, i got plenty to go
you can’t treat me like no rookie, i’m just lettin’ you know
i work hard for this dimensional respect
like, f-ck the internet
you b-tches wouldn’t say it to my face ‘cause y’ain’t said it yet
duckin’ and they dodgin’, camouflagin’, tuck they little tails
you don’t want it with the queen of h-ll, catch a sh-ll
i’m the perfect b-tch to brag wit’ if you lookin’ for stake
money me of molly me, or we got nothing to say
i was cool wit’ ridin’ buckets but i’m ready for rave
funny business got you botched left out in the cold in the rain, b-tch
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