My b*tches lyrics

by

Lil Debbie


[Intro]
Face down, face down
Face down, face down
All the bad b*tches got the pocket full of cash
Face down ass up
That's they way we f*ck sh*t up
Face down ass up
That's they way we f*ck sh*t up
All the bad b*tches got the pocket full of cash


[Verse 1]
Uh, my b*tch be the tight gon' make moves
Y'all ho's be the type with the fake moves, ah
My b*tches made moves like a boss, wait up
Y'all ho's made moves like a [?]
My b*tches lace up when it's ball time, yeah
My b*tches do it big, y'all small time, yeah
My b*tches get bent, we all grind, yeah

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Y'all b*tches stayin' mad 'cause we all fine
Y'all b*tches stayin' mad 'cause we all fine


[Chorus]
All the bad b*tches got the pocket full of cash, oh, oh, oh
All my b*tches, all my b*tches, all my b*tches, oh, oh, oh
All my b*tches, all my b*tches, all my b*tches

[Verse 2]
Tell my team when I'm all in, we all are
If I ever fall off they're the b*tches that I fall on
And if the sh*t goes down they're the b*tches that I call on
If you thinkin' of me b*tches comin' for your dropped ball, oh
Nails [?], hair done, b*tch want beef like a well done
Top notch head to toe, flawless b*tch, you already know
Pay dues, f*ck rules, pay dues, f*ck you
I ain't really give a f*ck since grade school
I just made boss moves and I made it

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Face down ass up
That's they way we f*ck sh*t up
b*tches down, cash up
Roll it, fill my glass up
Face down ass up
That's they way we f*ck sh*t up
b*tches down, cash up
Roll it, fill my glass up
Roll it, fill my glass up


[Chorus]
All the bad b*tches got the pocket full of cash, oh, oh, oh
All my b*tches, all my b*tches, all my b*tches, oh, oh, oh
All my b*tches, all my b*tches, all my b*tches

[Verse 3]
See the queen and the team on my side
Got my ho's and they're down for the ride
All my queen's f*ck away, it's a tie
Can't relate to the real, it's a five
See the queen and the team on my side
Got my ho's and they're down for the ride
All my queen's f*ck away, it's a tie
Can't relate to the real, it's a five
Circus small, many long
Hate to prove, team strong
Kush clouds, green blow
b*tch so high, all team gone
Circus small, many long
Hate to prove, team strong
Kush clouds, green blow
b*tch so high, all team gone

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Face down ass up
That's they way we f*ck sh*t up
b*tches down, cash up
Roll it, fill my glass up
Face down ass up
That's they way we f*ck sh*t up
b*tches down, cash up
Roll it, fill my glass up
Roll it, fill my glass up


[Chorus]
All the bad b*tches got the pocket full of cash, oh, oh, oh
All my b*tches, all my b*tches, all my b*tches, oh, oh, oh
All my b*tches, all my b*tches, all my b*tches

[Outro]
All my b*tches
All my b*tches
All my b*tches
All my b*tches
All my b*tches
All my b*tches

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