n*ggaz & b*tches lyrics

[Hook - 4x]
Where my n*ggas at, let me see your f*cking hands up
(where my b*tches at, let me see your f*cking hands up)

[Dougie D]
Where my n*ggas at, b*tch I'm throwing up the Southside
In a big body Denali, flipping and swanging it wide
What you looking at hoe, what you looking at b*tch
Come on my side with that tripping, then you get your sh*t split
Dougie D I'm off of the chain, and I'm staining they brain
A guerilla that's raw and untamed, and I'm changing the game
Pistol packing and opening gauge, with a aim in my range
Motherf*ckers they act like they strange, the game'll get slained
Well look here whoadie, I'm a rider boy
I could hot one up as fast, that's hotter than lava boy
Me and my n*ggas, click up and pile up a lot of boys
f*cking with some b*tches, they did this just rowdy boy
Kicking up dust b*tch, with this country kicking calico
Dougie Deezy and Shano, it's simply it is you know
To all of my n*ggas, that's tossing up your 24's
We real on this end, and we keep it live you feel my whoa you feel me whoa

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[Shano]
Where my b*tches at, toss it up cause I'm repping my side
All the way from BMT, down to the Southside of your town
Jazzy and sophisticated they hate it, wanna try but they can't fade it
Put that thang in your mouth, you taste it you like it you ate it
Now what you know about them b*tches, that's clocking up dollas
I'm all grown up, and got no time for no girls and they problems
You see that big body Impala, on them corners cutting
Now where my b*tches at, whoa y'all don't want nothing
[Tiffany]
You heard what she said, we b*tches all about our bread
Ain't never been scared, my b*tches keep a level head
You talking that sh*t, you bumping jumping fly on it
My name is Tiffany, so lil' b*tch I get down on it
I'm f*cking with n*ggas, and b*tches that be bout it bout it
Like Dougie Deezy and that Shano, and weed endo got me
Somebody better tell these hoes, how I work my jelly
Now where my b*tches at, y'all wasn't ready

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[G-Wis]
Where my n*ggas where my b*tches at, blowing on swishas
Backwood feeling touches, this G-Wis and Dougie
Don't touch me 'less you f*ck me, matter fact don't even hug me
I'm on this drank feeling sluggish, plus a n*gga been hustling
All day, running from the laws in broad day
Look left look right, jump down the fire escape
I'm safe at home, played another one for the team
Another gun with a beam, make a mother wanna scream
Good gracious hallelujah, when I put them hollows through ya
Nightmare on Elm Street, a motherf*cking Freddy Kruger
Tight n*gga, gasoline and light n*ggas ask the lean in flight n*gga
And let me take a flight n*gga, iight n*gga
What's the deal, tell me are you really real
Cause I feel I'm really real, about really making a mill for real
Can you feel a young n*gga bout his scrill, popping pints by the seal
n*ggas put your hands up, b*tch
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