letra de i'm that bitch - timbaland
yeah, uh
brr (yeah), hah, hah (grr)
ayy (yeah), uh
bia, bia (bia, bia)
soon as you see me i up it, i’m gone
i’m really livin’ the sh-t in my song
glock in my bag and it don’t got a safety
i make the money, i don’t let it make me
shout out diana, she raised me
i’m with my member, he rockin’ a paisley
that’s word to moula, can’t phase me
i rather cheat before he drive me crazy
i’m that b-tch
i’m into guns if they come with a switch
i got a type if he makin’ me rich
and these b-tches be watchin’ my page like a twitch
into one ear and go straight out the mata
i like my n-ggas the color of malta
he smokin’ gas and he speakin’ in patois
i’m tryna put all my opps on a alter
and we smokin’ ya hot like a grabba (grabba)
i’m a top b-tch, i’m a alpha (alpha)
i’m addicted to money and power, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
and we smokin’ ya hot like a grabba
i’m a top b-tch, i’m a alpha
i’m addicted to money and power, uh (brr, yeah, yeah, yeah)
she’s a b-tch (yeah)
the way i left that sh-t on read, he don’t exist (yeah)
the way i k!lled them hoes, they dead, ain’t seen them since (yeah)
the way i put that sh-t, i be throwin’ fits
i’m that, i’m that b-tch (yeah)
the way i left that sh-t on read, he don’t exist (yeah)
the way i k!lled them hoes, they dead, ain’t seen them since (uh, yeah)
the way i put that sh-t, i be throwin’ fits
i’m that b-tch (uh)
change my number so you couldn’t reach me
i’m the truth without gettin’ too preachy
f-ck do i look like lettin’ him treash me? (uh)
i’m the type to go get my respect
prolly gon’ die with my foot on they neck
iron it out ’cause i know when they pressed
sendin’ him home ’cause he know he a guest, like
i’m a real b-tch so i do what i wanna (do what i wanna)
this n-gga toxic, he need him a sauna (yeah)
i could tell you was a ho from your aura
i limit my drama, i’m havin’ good karma
buy me a house, boy, if you wanna be with me
you used to women that’s f-ckin’ too easily
i used to get to my money illegally
none of my haters is sleepin’ this peacefully
huh
she’s a b-tch (yeah)
the way i left that sh-t on read, he don’t exist (yeah)
the way i k!lled them hoes, they dead, ain’t seen them since (yeah)
the way i put that sh-t, i be throwin’ fits
i’m that, i’m that b-tch (yeah)
the way i left that sh-t on read, he don’t exist (yeah)
the way i k!lled them hoes, they dead, ain’t seen them since (uh, yeah)
the way i put that sh-t, i be throwin’ fits
i’m that b-tch (uh)
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