Snitches Ain’t (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Snoop Dogg Sample]
b*tches ain't sh*t, but hoes and tricks [x8]

[Verse 1:YG]
Aye...uh
Got this b*tch named Tar, she let me f*ck her in the car
Like Kim Kardashian, she wanna be a Star
Got this b*tch named Brittany with big ass titties
But b*tches ain't sh*t cause b*tches act Mickey
(uuuugh)
Got a main b*tch but I don't need her
Every time we f*ck, I gotta pop a bean first
Hit the purp, then eat that pus*y for dessert
It gets worse, just watch when she squirt
I got this b*tch who act Sadity
She live in the cities
Every time she hear I got a new b*tch, she says she miss me
I'm a thug, got this thug b*tch, she stay up in the jungles
Every time we go to Crenshaw Mall, she have a rumble
Got this b*tch in the Hoovas, I don't wanna lose her
Ass so fat to measure it, I need a rulaaa
Got this bad b*tch that go to North-ridge
She always wear Gucci but she can't afford it

[Hook]
b*tches ain't sh*t, but hoes and tricks [x8]
[Verse 2:Tyga]
Take a b*tch life, Now it's my life
Need a b*tch that can f*ck, cook, clean, right
Turn a b*tch out, make her lick twice
Yeah, she eat pus*y but she don't f*ck dikes
Laid in the middle, two Miller Lites
Straight kill a b*tch, pop rocks little Sprite
Bam bam, little chubby ass, gooey car
Tell the b*tch twinkle, twinkle, come meet a star
I don't Odom, no Lamar
Kind of money make her come out her Leotard
I'm in this b*tch like my di*k hard
And I shuffle money like playing cards
Uuuuuh
YG tell them b*tches wassup, they ready to cut
No, links in my suit, we don't cuff 'em
Straight duck 'em, like Donald
Quack Qwock
I don't even know the sound them b*tches make
Cause...

[Hook]
b*tches ain't sh*t, but hoes and tricks [x8]

[Verse 3:2chainz]
( 2 chaiiiiins)
Old car, new broad
No p*nis, no broad
Your mans burnt out like a white owl [?]
White girl we the same color when the lights out!
Mean while, gut the plug on speak out
You might ear your girl voice if you hit redial
(hello)
f*ck her last night now I'm [?]
I can't ear what you saying cause my weed loud
Rubber band 'round my money
I got a rubber band 'round my money
b*tch sh*t, like a horse did it[?]
(daamn)
Got a Porsche just to go with it
Everything gon' go, Imma go get her[?]
One thing that I hate is a broke n*gga
Second thing that I hate is a broke hoe
And the motherf*cker snitching to the popo
[Hook]
b*tches ain't sh*t, but hoes and tricks [x8]

[Verse 3:Nipsey Hussle]
Look, I like b*tches, that's light-skinned
With ah whole a lot of ass, and get right with it
Off a pill, I can probably make her like b*tches
Lick, lick it, like a lolli till it's like liquid
These hoochies always talking 'bout, where my di*k is
But if it's not in your mouth then get out my business
A n*gga real ratchet, I ain't wifing sh*t
Known to f*ck and cut her off, light switches
Uh, now what I get? Money b*tch
You look good, but to me you just a bummy b*tch
And the funny sh*t is, you know my other b*tch
Met me through her on some under cover lover sh*t
Goddamn, ain't that your homegirl?
Scandalous b*tches, we living in a cold world
That's why I flip 'em, flip 'em like ah zone, girl
And every week I change my number to my phone
Cause...

[Hook]
b*tches ain't sh*t, but hoes and tricks [x8]