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letra de my bitch - fbg dutchie

[intro]
ayy, send that b-tch to go get us some tacos or somethin’, man
yeah
yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
(well-well, well-well, well-well, it’s gang)

[pre-chorus]
my b-tch bad, ass fat, cheeks go wild like, “ablow”
sippin’ [?], smokin’ gas, diamonds blast like, “kapow”
caught ya ass, hawked ya ass, chalked ya ass, blew ya down
hahaha, f-ckin’ clown, smoke your goofy-ass like a pound
[chorus]
you just mad my b-tch bad
my b-tch that, your b-tch not
your b-tch “ugh,” your b-tch popped
my b-tch dope, you can’t shop
your b-tch broke, my b-tch gwop
my b-tch “d-mn,” your b-tch “taha”
my b-tch crack, your b-tch not
your b-tch trash, my b-tch slide

[verse]
your b-tch “zzz,” your b-tch trash
my b-tch “ooh,” all that ass
your b-tch “aha,” your b-tch lame
my b-tch “ah,” my b-tch “yay”
ayy, ayy, a-okay, huh
yea, that my bae
ayy, ‘cho, get in your bag
matter fact, get on their ass
you just mad i’m that n-gga with that bag, f-ckin’ goofy
get in your bag, flex it up, yeah, i do it, catch it up
put my foot on n-ggas necks, yeah, i had to step it up
steppin’ in the name of love, for that money, dummy, duh
my b-tch smokе, your b-tch smoked
play with me, dumb-ass get smokеd
drippin’ clout, b-tch, i’m soakin’
this bread, keep my toes
where the b-tter?
feel like young when he made “cutta” (uh-yea)
on my brother (uh-yea)
’cause i don’t want no b-tch, i want some money
and i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they too funny
you just mad my b-tch, your b-tch really, really shot
firecracker, fourth of july, that b-tch really, really popped
plus, we really with the sh-ts, these n-ggas really, really not
your b-tch sad, your b-tch slidin’
know you blew like a light
my b-tch right, candy-like
that juicy fruit and it’s ripe
fresh, it squeeze, oh geez
she k!lled a ho, rest in peace
give a f-ck ’bout want and needs
all i really want is knees
that money tempt me, new givenchy
squeeze that b-tch ’til it get empty
hit that block, they out there deep
we hit that b-tch, leave that b-tch empty, huh
smoke everything, chimney, huh
i’m bobby, my b-tch whitney, huh
i’m slidin’, my b-tch with me, huh
she ride [?] they hear me, huh
you just mad my b-tch bad, my b-tch that, my b-tch candy
your b-tch “mm,” your b-tch “nah,” you wild as h-ll, on my granny
that’s your bm? y’all a family? boy, you sleep off a xanny
make her eat like a zombie, b-tch, that ho abercrombie, ugh
f-ckin’ n-ggas’ b-tches, no, i really can’t help it
and these b-tches ain’t mine, boy, they everybody else’s
hottest thing on the street, got everybody meltin’
and these b-tches ain’t mine, boy, they everybody else’s, heugh
my b-tch thang
your b-tch gang-gang-gang since potty train
my b-tch redline her thang
your b-tch red line her train
lil’ ho ridin’ full throttle
your ho got it, full swallow
she’ll drink a full bottle
suck a glock out for a hollow, heugh
you just mad, i know you blew
your ho done-done, yeah, she through
she was f-ckin’ foe ‘nem, too (gang)
you sick as h-ll, sis, flu
“who he talkin’ ’bout?” you
b-tch, you thumbs down, boo
money sl!cky, ho’s like pinky
but you know my ‘roll blue
[chorus]
you just mad my b-tch bad
my b-tch that, your b-tch not
your b-tch “ugh,” your b-tch popped
my b-tch dope, you can’t shop
your b-tch broke, my b-tch gwop
my b-tch “d-mn,” your b-tch “taha”
my b-tch crack, your b-tch not
your b-tch trash, my b-tch slide
you just mad my b-tch bad
my b-tch that, your b-tch not
your b-tch “ugh,” your b-tch popped
my b-tch dope, you can’t shop
your b-tch broke, my b-tch gwop
my b-tch “d-mn,” your b-tch “taha”
my b-tch crack, your b-tch not
your b-tch trash, my b-tch slide

- fbg dutchie

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