Lipstick lyrics

[Intro: D-Lo]
I like b*tches that's ratchet, ayy
And I like b*tches that be trappin', ayy
And I like b*tches that be chasin' they bag
And I like b*tches that like b*tches that ain't, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: D-Lo]
Uh, she a thick b*tch, thick b*tch
Tryna put my di*k on your lipstick
Told her I taste like candy, baby, lick this, like
Can you do that on a big di*k?
Ayy, she an American
Shakin' that sh*t better than Shakira did it
Baby got ass, make it clap, I wanna hear it, hear it
di*k drive this car, I be shiftin' in different gears
I f*cked a b*tch that never paid me, I ain't did that sh*t in years
Can you left cheek, right cheek? You know how to do that? Ayy
Baby, I'm a fiend for that ass, Pookie off New Jack
She hella thick, hella thick, got it from her mama
She can't take a di*k, I'm heaven-sent, man, that's on my mama
She can't pick the phone up, she got my— in her throat
Ah, this a 9, but it got a switch on it, though
And lil' baby got bodies, but she ain't keepin' no score
Ayy, and she 'bout a bag, she can't never go broke, oh

[Chorus: D-Lo]
I like b*tches that's ratchet, ayy (That's ratchet)
And I like b*tches that be trappin', ayy (That be trappin')
And I like b*tches that be chasin' they bag (Uh-huh)
And I like b*tches that like b*tches, now that's bad, ayy
Baby thick, but her partner way thicker than her (Way thicker than her)
And she a demon, she want me to put this di*k up in her
Boss dog, on my mama, boy, I been a winner
All this money on my plate, it's a chicken dinner, ayy
[Verse 2: John Mackk]
These n*ggas just heard of me, but I been goin' (Yeah, I been)
Look, baby know I'm him, I ain't big broin' (b*tch, I'm him)
No n*gga, baby in her bag, she got big motion (In her bag)
Get to steppin' on these n*ggas in these Rick Owens (Big steppin')
They say, "Mackk up in his bag, so don't play with him" (Please don't play)
I think these n*ggas mad 'cause they favor 'em (n*ggas mad)
I don't give my real name, I give alias (Fake name)
Get her to the uh and work her out like gymnasium (Work her out)
Huh, huh, I like hoes
I'm talkin' jungle fever sh*t 'cause I like Black and white hoes
I'm talkin' pawg, raw (Yeah), I put the pipe on
She always takin' hella pictures when she put my ice on (Oh my God)
Like, when she put my ice on
She always throwin' hella ass when she got her tights on
Yeah, when she got her tights on
I'm talkin' raw, raw, and keep the light on

[Chorus: D-Lo & G-Eazy]
I like b*tches that's ratchet, ayy (That's ratchet)
And I like b*tches that be trappin', ayy (That be trappin')
And I like b*tches that be chasin' they bag (You know, uh-huh)
And I like b*tches that like b*tches, now that's bad, ayy (G, uh)

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Women on my team, I got plenty, ooh
Catchin' feelings, it's a pity, ooh
Beat it up, I don't treat her gently, ooh
Put this di*k all up on her Fenty, ow
Then slap her cheek, smear her makeup off
She can't suck di*k, she 'bout to make it soft
Agent Provocateur, told her take 'em off, bust
Soon as she wipe it off, then I'm takin' off, gone
Hops in the Range, then I do it movin'
I can't wife a b*tch, that sh*t too consumin'
And I don't chase girls, I ain't catchin' her
Women chase me like an episode of Bachelor, wow
But I don't watch television
I just hit the cream, sell a dream, then I sell a vision
Tellin' her I'll be there, then I dip, then I'm hella missin'
Can't spend the night, like, damn, girl, you hella trippin'
[Chorus: D-Lo & G-Eazy]
I like b*tches that's ratchet, ayy (Hahaha)
And I like b*tches that be trappin', ayy (You feel me?)
And I like b*tches that be chasin' they bag (Yeah)
And I like b*tches that like b*tches, now that's bad, ayy (From the Bay to the universe)
Baby thick, but her partner way thicker than her (Ayy, ooh)
And she a demon, she want me to put this di*k up in her
Boss dog, on my mama, boy, I been a winner
All this money on my plate, it's a chicken dinner, ayy