On A b*tch lyrics
by Nacho Picasso
[Verse 1: Nacho Picasso]
J's on a b*tch, haze on a b*tch
And no I'm not Flava but I'll Flav on a b*tch
I don't save on a b*tch, I go shame on a b*tch
Throw planes on a b*tch, I don't rain on a b*tch
I go H.A.M. on a b*tch, I'll throw sand on a b*tch
If you interrupt my gyro, I'll throw lamb on a b*tch
I don't ever want to have to put hands on a b*tch
So I'm callin' up some boppers to handle it quick
My damsels are sick, they could handle the di*k
They follow all orders, my plans to they stick
A Manson-type clique cause I'm handsome as sh*t
Got 'em dancin' round campfires, prancin' and sh*t
Here I go again, I'm just ranting and sh*t
While currently they're planning on banning my clique
And I just rolled a footer, so hand me my Bic
And the booty's so big that her panties don't fit
[Hook x2: Nacho Picasso]
It's all on b*tch, call on a b*tch
Ball on b*tch, put my balls on a b*tch
Stall on a b*tch, U-Haul on a b*tch
Never trip over nor fall on a b*tch
[Verse 2: Nacho Picasso]
Tattoos on a b*tch, Cancun on a b*tch
I usually just cruise, I don't choose on a b*tch
Whole crew's on a b*tch, booze on a b*tch
Brand new flannel and some shoes on a b*tch
I ran on a b*tch, hundred grand on a b*tch
And if I can't reach it, I'mma stand on a b*tch
Killa Cam on a b*tch, I go scram on a b*tch
If I jump off a cliff, probably land on a b*tch
f*ck Morgan Freeman, the way I be leanin'
The blunts that I steam lean on me, I'm screamin'
Think that she leavin', I think that she's dreamin'
She drink all my semen, she constantly fiendin'
But I'm claustrophobic, I'm constantly fleein'
Give her bladder infections, constantly peein'
The car European, the car from Koreans
She deepthroat kielbasa but swear that she vegan
[Hook]
[Outro]
"When I get a b*tch, I got a b*tch."
"Right on."
"Remember that Mack the bear?"
"Yeah"
"He tried to steal one of my b*tches. Had to call him up on telephone, I said 'hey man, c'mon (?), that's rapper taste on it', you know? So when he comes over I thought I would give him a little taste, cause he sure as sh*t wasn't gettin' nothin' from me. See, that n*gga wanted a hundred, all he want is the money"