b*tchES lyrics

by

The Fatal Sling


[Verse 1]
Left side, right side
Got them on all sides
Sucking on my balls, riding on my di*k
I don't wanna sound like a prick
But last night I was f*cking your chick
I can't control my gravitational pull
Im like a magnet
Ring 3000 carat
And I'm gonna wear it
Then you gonna hear it

[Chorus]
I've got B
To the i
To the T-C-H-E-S
I am f*cking reckless
I like to make a mess
Then I buy my girl a new dress
I've got B
To the i
To the T-C-H-E-S

[Verse 2]
Throw out 100
Throw out again
Hundreds of b*tches pull up in a van
I think they like, my new spray tan
Drive off in a Honda to make a bargain
Got a new girl, she be sipping on lean
Got a new girl, she be wearing ripped jean
Grinding on jean
Sipping on lean
Im gonna own it
And you gonna hear it

[Chorus]
I've got B
To the i
To the T-C-H-E-S
I am f*cking reckless
I like to make a mess
Then I buy my girl a new dress
I've got B
To the i
To the T-C-H-E-S

[Verse 3]
f*cked yo hoe
Yea yo hoe
Im hot like a baked potato
b*tches don't wanna let go
Of my di*k!
You stupid prick!
I've got money overflow
My teeth are made of gold
Cheese is going to mold
I ain't getting old
You have just been told!

[Chorus]
I've got B
To the i
To the T-C-H-E-S
I am f*cking reckless
I like to make a mess
Then I buy my girl a new dress
I've got B
To the i
To the T-C-H-E-S

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