b*tch lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
b*tch
(It's a Wayne beat)
b*tch
b*tch
b*tch (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
b*tch
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Aight

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Got a b*tch that— yeah
Got a b*tch that suck di*k on camera, that's my instant ho
b*tch walked in with stanky feet, she got pickle toes
b*tch wear some lil' ass shoes, she got cripple toes
n*gga, you don't beat the doonies down, you gon' tickle hoes
b*tch got a slippery-ass coochie, I can't grip the ho
Hit a b*tch twenty-eight grams, I'ma zip the hoes
Bunch of b*tches in my bed— damn
Bunch of b*tches in my bedroom, I can pick the hoes
Hit a hundred b*tches in Miami, them my Brickell hoеs
b*tch, be quiet in my crib, you gon' tip and toe
Hit a tall b*tch from thе back on my tippy toes
b*tch used to have some cornbread, where your Jiffy go?
b*tch used to have some perfect boobies, where your DDs go?
I just hit an old-ass lady, she was fifty-four
Made twenty-seven thousand twice, it was fifty-four
[Interlude: Louie Ray]
It was fifty-four
Racks, gettin' those
Yeah

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
What you tryna do? I'm tryna give and go
Whatever I need to learn, I'm tryna live to know
Life got cut short, he ain't live to grow
I said all the lean was gone, I'm pretending, though
They say it's time to blow up, that's what I'm intending for
Buy a building on the main street, then tint the store
If I spill my Trish on the ground, I'ma lick— okay
If I spill Wock' on the ground, I'ma lick the floor
I told her, "Let's get drunk and take it there," but I ain't lick the ho
She had some money in her purse, I done licked the ho
They thought I was just shipping shoes, but I shipped a boat
We could do this sh*t wherever, n*gga, pick a floor
I got some sh*t to show in every room, n*gga, pick a door
I sold rocks when I was broke, never kicked a door
He switched over to the hard, he done kicked the coke
If you say eight thousand too much for— okay
If you say eight thousand too much for a coat, I'ma get it
She said she paid twenty thousand for her ass, let me feel it
Twenty-two G's on me in New York, on some drill sh*t
They give it to you watered down, this the real sh*t
They ask me what it's like to be right here, but I don't feel sh*t
Gotta be doing somethin' right, because I'm still lit
I knew she was a ho, 'cause when I left, she let Phil hit
It's crazy how I'm still goin' hard, look what I deal with
Backstabbed, nightmares, I done killed sh*t
Four walls, a couple stairs, I done built sh*t
My cup a little full, gotta tilt it
Just got some head from a grown b*tch, she left lipstick
[Verse 3: YN Jay]
I just met a b*tch that weigh a whole lotta pounds, she was a big b*tch
I just met a b*tch that don't stop, she don't drive, I need a stick shift
n*gga threw the ball when he wasn't even supposed to throw it, I need a pick-six
Hundred thousand dollars ain't sh*t, I'm on some rich sh*t
Alright, you the type of n*gga send di*k pics
Thick b*tch sucking di*k, she got big lips
Only reason why you in the strip club, you do big tips
b*tch can't even take the full di*k, I got a big tip
Your watch don't go tick-tock, it go tick-tick
b*tch ask how much money I got, I'm— ah
b*tch, I'm rich rich

[Outro]
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)