​bbymutha’s Body lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m a raw ass, dog ass, dirty ass b*tch
Pristine pus*y ass b*tches make me sick
Ion need no n*gga, I just need to hit a lick
Ion need no f*ckin’ bestie, I just need to flip a brick
You a hoe ass, broke ass, pus*y ass n*gga
Type of n*gga slippin’, lackin’
Throw it back, I pull the trigger
Momma shoulda taught you better
Blessed you with a father figure
Now we moshin’ on yo grave, you ain’t behave
I know she miss ya
I got boroughs full of hittas
I got money, I got glitter
I got b*tches with they nipple pierced
That claim they miss a n*gga
I'm like really b*tch? I figure
This enough of me to go around
Don’t you ever take me as the type of b*tch to settlе down
I can’t be a clown, I need a crown lil b*tch
Ain’t no pressure
You gon’ prolly slow mе down lil b*tch
Ain’t no issue if you ridin’
Extra choppas in the whip
I got what the game been missin’
I ain' even gotta trip, b*tch
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'ma eat your soul, I'ma sh*t it out
Yeah, yeah, I'ma eat your soul, I'ma sh*t it out
Yeah, I'ma eat your soul, I'ma sh*t it out
Yeah, yeah, I'ma eat your soul, I'ma sh*t it out
Yeah, I'ma eat your soul, I'ma sh*t it out
Yeah, yeah, I'ma eat your soul, I'ma sh*t it out
Yeah, I'ma eat your soul, I'ma sh*t it out
Yeah, yeah, I'ma eat your soul, I'ma sh*t it out

[Verse 2]
I’m a bad ass, trash ass, ratchet ass b*tch
n*ggas know to hit my line, secure the play to hit the lick
Ion play about my people, if I’m rich, my n*ggas rich
We was starvin’, we was grindin’, now it’s playtime
Ion trust these b*tches, they just wanna soak up my shine
Pull up at yo job, take yo position, leave you flatline
You was hotter then, you can relax, baby it’s my time
Sorry b*tch, you lost it, everybody got a deadline
I been livin’ better, pus*y wetter, I can recline
Yeah, yo n*gga want me, he be callin’, I just decline
Maxine Waters hoe, I’m reclaimin’ my time
Spit on any b*tch that ever try to come and take mine
Candy coated, Chevy blue suede on the inside
Chattanooga, Tenne-f*ckin-ssee is where I reside
Right across the street where them n*ggas used to trap out
Please believe I’m livin’ everything I ever tap ‘bout, b*tch
[Outro]
Khloe wanna do a triller with me?
Yeah..
I can't see
Who was messing with my calculator?