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letra de bitches like you - spades saratoga

[intro]
shout outs to the down -ss b-tches hold’n it down for a real nigga
aye, aye

[pre-hook]
my mama done told me bout b-tches like you;
taking money from niggas you know you dont care about;
all the shit i don’t do b-tch i did it for you;
i treated you different, i treated you different

[hook]
i heard you was suckin’ and fuckin’ and bussin’ it open;
for niggas i beef with, you can’t keep a secret;
you tell all our secrets, you creepin’;
i heard you was fucking with opps and them niggas you probably;
gave one of them niggas my address, they plotting on robbing my family;
you know i can’t stand all them
b-tches like you… all them b-tches like you;

i heard you was scamming and shit, you was poppin’ them checks;
with them niggas that zoed me before i got good at this;
b-tch i should k!ll you, dont show me respect;
after all that i did for you, all that i would’ve did;
for you, i thought you was loyal, i called you my b-tch and you played me;
i swear girl i hate all them
b-tches like you… all them b-tches like you;

[verse 1]
aye, aye, aye
b-tch you must be new at this;
b-tch you must not know who you fuckin’ with do you baby;
i know this was feeling so comfortable to you baby;
my niggas a probably ride through and shit;
don’t you hit me up jackin’ you sorry;
no apologies from you, whats done is done baby;
and i dont want to hear where you coming from baby;
you never thought you would get caught up;
everybody knows you was my woman;
shit i even let you meet my mama;
you ain’t gotta believe in no karma… you still gone get karma

[verse 2]
man fuck all that shit you on;
you mackin’ with niggas, i clapped at them niggas, you act like i did you wrong;
we pull up in ghosts like mrs. pac-man my nigga don’t act like i steered you wrong
i dare you, you talk and i listen, i nod like i hear;
how dare you, my mama took care of you;
them shoes was like ross and i got you a pair;
and that hair-do, it wasn’t cheap, all them bundles you got;
posted up all in front of the block;
with all your friends i looked out for
i let every one of them rock;
man i hate it had to come to this, you fuckin with opps;
shit i should get every one of you shot;
fuck you mean like what dc said, you greasy;
i get to snappin’ like pg leg, it’s easy;
i’m appalled like, appalled like, appalled like george;
no i’m appalled like chris, appalled like pierce, gasol;
i’m appalled like… fucked it i’m appalled like em all;
i’m appalled like them niggas, i could ball like em all;
you in other niggas beds every morning i call;
now what you call that, i done gave you my best;
your needs? i attend, i just need my rest;
now it’s war, i jusst need my vest;
you od’d now, was almost out of breathe, i’m fatigue like jeff;
girl you smarter than that shit;
who put the battery up all in your back, shit;
and you started this, i didn’t want apart of this game;
and it’s ashame, girl love is like james, put your heart into that;
i caught them niggas like (doo-doo);
triggers like (doo-doo);
hitters might k!ll em, had to get em like (doo-doo);
finish em, get rid of em, the rivers how i do you;
(doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

[outro]
shout outs to the down -ss b-tches hold’n it down for a real nigga
aye, aye

- spades saratoga

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