My b*tch lyrics
by Tom The Mail Man
[Intro]
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Ginseng
[Chorus]
Ayy, my b*tch so f*cked up (Uh-huh)
Who you texting?
b*tch you act like I won't go and f*ck on your best friend (b*tch)
She would take the di*k, ain't no question (Ain't no question)
I'm a pretty n*gga, she know I give out blessings, respect him
It's like
[Verse]
Ayy, my b*tch so f*cked up
Stare at her face on my momma is f*ck love
Just because we f*cked don't get it f*cked up (f*cked up)
I'm in my bag, ho
Even if I trust another b*tch, I couldn't trust her
I'm in my bag ho
And I don't care if you say I'm a as*h*le (Uh, uh)
Run it up, got the money, did the math hoe (I did the math)
If I f*ck with you I would be down bad bro (Ayy, ayy)
I'm tryna bring the stash home (Ayy)
Ayy, bad b*tch, she can f*ck but she still can't cook
Get the camera out her face, she don't read no book
I can't bring her out in public, she a stupid ho (Stupid ho)
But she still ride the di*k, make me stupid, oh
[Chorus]
My b*tch so f*cked up
Who you texting? (Uh?)
We was down bad, now they mad that we flexing
Ayy, how the f*ck is loyalty a question? (Ayy how the f*ck)
If I give I expect it (b*tch)
[Bridge]
b*tch, dance on these hoes keep my foot on their neck, wait
If you get that money then they give me your respect, ayy
Dance on these hoes (Ayy) keep my foot on their neck (Okay)
If you get that money (Ayy) then they give me your respect, ayy (Okay)
[Chorus]
Uh, my b*tch so f*cked up
Never trust her, we in lust
I'ma f*ck her like it's f*ck her, ayy
My b*tch so f*cked up
Never trust her, ayy we in lust
I'ma f*ck her like it's f*ck her (Haha)
[Outro]
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