b*tch Duh (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Dreezy, BIA]
(b*tch duh)
Yeah, I'm about to spin about a tweet (b*tch duh)
Big B Bottega on my feet (b*tch duh)
Can't have your n*gga, I play for keeps (Uhh, uhh)
BIA BIA

[Verse 1: BIA]
I hear b*tches poppin' sh*t and that's so funny to me (Funny to me)
How you say you runnin' down but you can't walk on the beat? (Can't walk on the beat)
I ain't know I had an opp, cause she don't say sh*t to me (Uhh)
I'ma cop me a new gun before I cop me a plea (b*tch duh)
Heard they want my low I dropped it in Dubai (b*tch duh)
I can never turn my phone on just to cry
On a live, I hate a sneaky n*gga, pick a side
If you wanna get up with me, tell that b*tch that we're outside (Haa)

[Verse 2: KenTheMan]
Hey bookie, how you mad behind some big love
Cliqued up with some b*tches that ain't got much
You ain't really talk but you're a Twitter thug
Mad behind my ex, you should be about that account, love
I'm turned up
b*tch she said she f*ck with me must be on cocaina bad
Gave that b*tch my maid number, use it with your dusty ass
Thirty-six my shoes I heard you tape 'em and then take 'em back
Heard your n*gga spinnin' every block and you gon' take him back
Big Ds
Tell her that the D stand for her desperate ass
Big Dreez
Get me thirty seconds, I'ma body that
With ease
Askin' 'bout your n*gga, he where mami at
If you feelin' frisky baby, you know where to find me at
[Chorus: Dreezy]
(b*tch Duh)
Yeah, I'm bout to spin about a tweet (b*tch duh)
Big B Bottega on my feet (b*tch duh)
Can't have yo' n*gga back, I play for keeps (b*tch duh)
Ain't never seen a hundred with a crease (b*tch duh)
Ever seen a million dollar mink (b*tch duh)
Crib big, lost my keys for a week (b*tch duh)
If I'm his ex you know that n*gga stalkin' me (b*tch duh)
I'm livin' in yo' head rent free

[Verse 3: Lakeyah]
Way I'm eatin' b*tches up, I can't beat these allegations
I might tweak out at the smoke, yeah, I flip sh*t like I'm vapin'
I live rent-free in the head when I check in it's never vacant
Ho, my pimp be really workin', I got bars like I'm on papers
b*tch duh
I be solo, n*ggas weird, b*tches fake
b*tch duh
I am spoiled rotten, I make sure I get my way
b*tch duh
I don't wait, my patience little like my waist
b*tch duh
I body b*tches when I pop out serving face, haa
Seen they got my old swag, I switched it up they copy me
Wouldn't bet on these rat b*tches if I've seen them on the lottery
I think it's time to heat sh*t up, still the coldest fire degrees
Let's be real, that ho can't eat me up if she was toppin' me
[Verse 4: Dreezy]
b*tch duh hoe
Got a mil' on me still got in for free
Hood hoe
Black on black Maybach, ride that sh*t on E (Skrr)
f*ck a store
New Balenci' dropped, bring that sh*t to me (Gimme that)
Of 'course that n*gga ran to you, cause he can't f*ck with me
Million dollar thottie on a block, hoe the streets is T
I don't box, pretty with a Glock, tell him: 'Reach and see' (Try)
At your big age, now I'm big dog, got them p*ssed off
I can't hold my tongue, I gotta get my licked off

[Chorus: Dreezy]
(b*tch Duh)
Yeah, I'm bout to spin about a tweet (b*tch duh)
Big B Bottega on my feet (b*tch duh)
Can't have yo' n*gga back, I play for keeps (b*tch duh)
Ain't never seen a hundred with a crease (b*tch duh)
Ever seen a million dollar mink (b*tch duh)
Crib big, lost my keys for a week (b*tch duh)
If I'm his ex you know that n*gga stalkin' me (b*tch duh)
I'm livin' in yo' head rent free (Rent free)