I Miss U Btch lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Yeah, yeah (Long time, b*tch, I'm blowing up like CNN)
Yeah, yeah (Rockstar b*tches, I can't wait to see a hit)
Yeah, yeah (Rockstar b*tches, that I'm not allowed to miss)
Yeah

[Chorus]
It's been a long time, b*tch, we blowin' up like CNN
I got Rockstar b*tches, I can't wait to see a hit
I got Rockstar hoes, that I'm not allowed to miss
And I'm a real sharpshooter, when I shoot, man, I don't miss

[Verse]
Okay, she hella fine, think I'm finna let this lil' hoe in
Okay, I'm Number (N)ine drippin' and my jeans, they Rick Owens
Don't play with these n*ggas, man, they try this sh*t they getting killed
Don't play with these b*tches, man, she get kicked out, she actin' stiff
We in another city lit, Top Floor lit, with groupie b*tches
Yeah, young n*gga, get rich don't let them stop you, just keep living
b*tch, my diamonds cold as sh*t, really sick, and they shine vivid
b*tch, I'm going Ludacris, high as sh*t and they can't stand this
Shut up b*tch, just keep on dancing, I'm on the east side of Atlanta
Uh, peace sign, b*tch, you lame as hell, my exotic on camera
Uh, No Stylist, I'm fly as hell, no, I don't need no help bro
Damn, your b*tch lookin' fine as hell, and I think I can help her
[Chorus]
It's been a long time, b*tch, we blowin' up like CNN
I got Rockstar b*tches, I can't wait to see a hit
I got Rockstar hoes, that I'm not allowed to miss
And I'm a real sharpshooter, when I shoot, man, I don't miss
It's been a long time, b*tch, we blowin' up like CNN
I got Rockstar b*tches, I can't wait to see a hit
I got Rockstar hoes, that I'm not allowed to miss
And I'm a real sharpshooter, when I shoot, man, I don't miss