Lil’ b*tch lyrics

[Intro]:
Every busted b*tch in chattanooga hate on Brittnee
Every busted b*tch in chattanooga hate on Brittnee
Every busted, every busted b*tch in Chattanooga hate on Brittnee

[Verse 1]:
You ain’t gotta love me to f*ck me
You ain’t gotta call, I mean it’s jus' a lil' pus*y
You ain’t gotta act like you care about my music
'Cuz Imma f*ck ya once and then ya number, Imma lose it
I be over n*ggas, you just on me 'cuz I’m famous
I could suck the soul out ya di*k, you still a lame bruh
I be talking wet to these n*ggas, 'cuz i’m harder than a n*gga
Get mo money than these n*ggas
Hoe i’m smarter than these n*ggas, yea
I don't f*ck for free no mo', I had to learn my lesson
If you really wanna see me pick a bill and get to blessing, b*tch
Why you love that n*gga? He be f*cking on ya best friend!
Stop stroking his ego, b*tch I’m not your f*ckin' yes man

[Hook] (x2):
Listen here you lil' b*tch, I don't owe a n*gga sh*t
I can suck my own di*k, I can pay my own rent
Listen here you lil' b*tch, I don’t need a hoe for sh*t
I can buy my clothes, I can suck my own clit
[Verse 2]:
You ain’t gotta love me to lick me
If you really bout it like you say then come and stick me
Every busted b*tch in Chattanooga hate on brittnee
The roaches in my crib said 'b*tch what’s Gucci? Come and get me!'
Think my situation just gon' cripple me? You sh*ttin' me
Sti-'ll f*ck yo n*gga, you don’t wanna be my enemy
Sick of lettin' peasant b*tches run off at the mouth, I’m from the south
I’ll pull it out and turn yo' throat into a holster
You don’t want yo mama hanging up them missing posters
You don’t want yo daddy all depressed and in a coma
Don’t you test my G, hoe look at me and what i been thru
I’m sensitive as f*ck lil b*tch, you lucky i ain’t off you
I got so much animosity, I’m slick an animal
I’ll eat a b*tch alive just call me hannibal the cannibal
I’m knowing where you live and where you work and where you twerk at on the weekend
I keep it on my hip I call that b*tch my lil' black friend