Biotchhh lyrics

[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
Aw yeah, I'm a player and a pimp
Prolly do this sh*t 'til I'm a hundred and six
I keep a bad one, that's a hundred percent
Shawty knew I had a girl and she stuck to the script
Now that's my top plan
n*gga, time's up
Is you a gangsta or a b*tch?
n*gga make your mind up
f*ck it, yeah, it's time to [?] the switch
We used to beep over money, nowadays they go to war over it

[Verse 1: Pardison Fontaine]
Aw man, n*ggas scary to me
You hit my line about this hoe, gave me the third degree
You asked me if I smashed the shawty, said it's blurry to me
The f*ck you calling my phone? You ain't married to me
Now I'm the wrong one to ask, when it comes to these b*tches
You know I stick to the code, so you know I'm not snitching
I signed that pus*y petition, read the terms and conditions
And it said never tell a soul 'bout the pus*y you gettin'
I know some women that's b*tches, I know some b*tches that ain't
I know some n*ggas that's b*tches, they got the female trait
Like them square ass n*ggas, that's getting bent out of shape
'Cause I'm shining, f*cking homage, go and make me a plate (Watch say?)
I like the modelling b*tches, I love them swallowing b*tches
You know who I'm talking 'bout, you probably follow them b*tches
I f*ck a hoe and make her famous, I'm Kanyein' b*tches
[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
Aw yeah, I'm a player and a pimp
Prolly do this sh*t 'til I'm a hundred and six
I keep a bad one, that's a hundred percent
Shawty knew I had a girl and she stuck to the script
Now that's my top plan
n*gga, time's up
Is you a gangsta or a b*tch?
n*gga make your mind up
f*ck it, yeah, it's time to [?] the switch
We used to beep over money, nowadays they go to war over it

[Verse 2: Klean Söze]
Now when it comes to these hoes
My places is to short
I cut a b*tch off before he finish his new port
If a loser, then replace him with two more
The pimper colder than the frozen section of [?]
K to the, I don't chase mine
I'm all in the crib, [?] shorts and the J slides
Like a pretty face, fat ass, slim waistline
The iPhone off still give 'em the FaceTime
Like chill dawg, she gon' call right back
I just smash 'em one time, then I fall back
I call this sh*t Thanksgiving, I be gone 'til November
Pimping all December, what's her name? I don't remember
Got 'em in the [?]
Got 'em in the A, she as thick as soufflé
Got 'em in the maze, she'll do whatever I say
Suck it up, roll the wood, and that's word to Mac Dre
[Chorus x2: Pardison Fontaine]
Aw yeah, I'm a player and a pimp
Prolly do this sh*t 'til I'm a hundred and six
I keep a bad one, that's a hundred percent
Shawty knew I had a girl and she stuck to the script
Now that's my top plan
n*gga, time's up
Is you a gangsta or a b*tch?
n*gga make your mind up
f*ck it, yeah, it's time to [?] the switch
We used to beep over money, nowadays they go to war over it