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letra de ftb (for the bitches) - young prince

(intro: young prince & jones boy)
ayy yo prince (what’s up)
it’s a lot of n-ggas hating on us bruh (well alright)
they see us getting this mother f-cking money
getting our grind on (ohh)
but we don’t do it for them n-ggas right (turn up, turn up, turn up)

(pre chorus: young prince)
i got champagne in my cup and i’ma just toast it up
to these haters because these b-tches love me
and as long as i’m getting money these women gon’ want it from me
so i tell the bartender one thing

(hook: young prince & jones boy)
blue mother f-ckers for the b-tches (blue mother f-ckers for the b-tches) (yeah)
let’s make a toast to the b-tches (let’s make a toast to the b-tches) (yeah)
i put these chains on for the b-tches (i put these chains on for the b-tches) (yeah)
i leave the club with like two b-tches (two of em yeah)
and they all bad and they trynna go like

(verse 1: young prince)
uh that blue liquor in my cup, really i don’t give a f-ck
long as my n-ggas in the vi and we all get drunk as f-ck
these bad women in my section yeah they really came to party
so tell the models bring them bottles and keep them b-tches sparkling
it’s jammed packed it’s twelve o’clock and the dj just turned me up
and i’m gone off that blue mother f-cker see the chain lighting up
we ain’t tripping off them haters in the crowd trynna flex
cause we them n-ggas all we do is turn the f-ck up for a check
and you know i’m still taking shots couple gin and juice and ciroc
i been through about five of em already this blue drank got me hot
i see nothing but bad women in the crowd trynna dance
and maybe after the club you can bring me one of yo friends
man i’m trynna leave with you, you, and you
so what you wanna do, do, do
girl let’s hop in the whip take it back to the crib
trynna see what you do, do, do
it’s just me and my crew, crew, crew
and we trynna get something cracking
but right now i’ma need you to take this shot to the head
and you know i got that

(pre chorus)

(hook)

(verse 2: jones boy)
i wake up and i grind hard cause i’m tired of being broke
got tired of getting my socks wet cause my shoes filled with holes
got tired of getting picked on while chilling with my bros
i wasn’t sauced up when i stepped out, i ain’t give no love to these hoes
but that sh-t different now, they all wanna smoke and kick it now
they didn’t used to hit me back when i hit
they’re phone, they stalk a n-gga now
oh yeah we living now, that lame sh-t for the pigeons now
and i don’t a f-ck about none of these haters cause we do it for the b-tches
and lil momma gotta boyfriend (she do)
but she be chilling with us (she be chilling with us)
maybe cause we always riding in some new sh-t (oh)
and he always riding on the bus (that n-gga riding on the bus)
i ain’t trynna talk down on yo n-gga but, can i be honest one time? (can i be honest one time)
we them n-ggas who bring the whole city out
yo n-gga the n-gga standing in line

(pre chorus)

(hook)

- young prince

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