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letra de more bitches - v-nasty

[hook: v-nasty, kreayshawn, and roach gigz]
four blunts, four bottles of gin
four b-tches, i need more b-tches!
four b-tches, i need more b-tches!
four b-tches, i need more b-tches!
four blunts, four bottles of gin
four b-tches, i need more b-tches!
four b-tches, i need more b-tches!
four b-tches, i need more b-tches!

[verse 1: v-nasty]
four blunts, four bottles of gin
one b-tch, four of her friends
i think this where my party begins
girl, i wish this moment will never end
got a b-tch but i need some mo’
four b-tches equal forty toes
they all down, hoe-in’ is all they know
gotta make a stack just to get out the cold
b-tch its me, mrs. v
why you outta town?
o for the city
if you wanna see life, baby f-ck with me
i’m the lady of the sh-t, yes i’m the queen
wanna get high so i smoke a whole zip
keep rolling up chops, loading up crisp
four ounces of bo gotta give it a kiss
off purple weed and gin b-tch i’m lit

[verse 2: kreayshawn]
hey, b-tch!
need b-tches? man i gotta room full
you think kreayshawn ain’t pimpin, you a d-mn fool
i’m g-ssin’, my money be the fuel
all these b-tches gettin’ wet, but i can’t swim in a pool
i’m just drownin’ in a 40 though
need it like a chinese on this 40, yo
not in j-pan but my eyes h-lla closed
got my swisher turned up on my thrift clothes
and i’m getting lazy money, that’s free dough
got these b-tches lookin crisp like a frito
i’m just me though, who else should i be?
young kreayshawn, man, you need to feel this heat though
score on a b-tch like i’m throwing free throws
money, b-tches, weed, and bo is what i get the most
so put your cups in the air, get ready for the toast
the score is more to keep than four hoes

[verse 3: roach gigz]
yeah, it’s rg, doper than hardy
i get started like car keys
my barbie in the bed with dark trees
but over here? it’s all clear
i want boston, that paul pierce
all ears? better listen up
one thing i don’t? give a f-ck
you could die down, imma live it up
and i still go dumb, f-ck your wisdom, bruh
it’s r-geezy, i could steal your car easy
life’s a game, it’s parcheesy
hopped out the car, now i’m on the bar, wheezy
the pigs was chasing but i’m faster man
but the bacon cain’t f-ck with my master plan
you half a man, you a belly b-tton
breath full of gin, smell it cousin?

- v nasty

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