Stitches lyrics

[Chorus]
Told these b*tches, I done told these b*tches
If you f*ckin' with my man, I'm gon' leave yo ass in stitches, yeah
Told these b*tches, I done told these b*tches
If you f*ckin' with my man, I'm gon' leave yo ass in stitches, yeah

[Verse 1]
On that witch sh*t, you could get your wig split
f*ckin' with my man, yo' weave gon' need new stitches, yeah
Throwin' bows, b*tches better know
2-8-1-0-0-0-4, ho
Hit Mike Jones, yo, on the low, yo
This is my main ho, he ain't the one you want
Get stomped, real quick
If you f*ckin' with my man, that mean you
(f*ckin' with my di*k, yeah)
Boys are dumb but I found a decent one
Cuffed his ass up, yeah, we cuffin' 'cause we young, yeah
Big booty hoes, shake it for my man
He got them bands, I understand, can't control your hands, ho
Can't control your hands, ho
Me neither, my n*gga got the heater
If you f*ckin' with my man, we come through in wife beaters, yeah
Straight mobbin', you don't want no problem
Put them paws on ya, put them, put them paws on her, yeah
[Chorus]
Told these b*tches, I done told these b*tches
If you f*ckin' with my man, I'm gon' leave yo ass in stitches, yeah
Told these b*tches, I done told these b*tches
If you f*ckin' with my man, I'm gon' leave yo ass

[Verse 2]
But-but-but-but-but-but
When I told them, shoulda showed them
b*tch riding di*k that's stolen
I'm going in, if you borrow him
Patrolling 'round yo' mama crib
That's how I live, protect that di*k
Snuff a b*tch, I am not that chick (Uh-uh)
Not the one popping bubblegum
If she poppin' off, my earrings off
'Cause I never cared, never scared
b*tch, wrap your hair, let's shoot the fair
Rock a b*tch in her Rocawear
Look, look how her friend just standing there
Good, they can get it too
Hands on deck, what it do?
Pop the Moët on a b*tch neck too, too, too

[Chorus]
Told these b*tches, I done told these b*tches
If you f*ckin' with my man, I'm gon' leave yo ass in stitches, yeah
Told these b*tches, I done told these b*tches
If you f*ckin' with my man, I'm gon' leave yo ass in stitches, yeah
[Verse 3]
pus*y feeling brand-new every month though
Switch it on 'em like a b*tch is supposed to
Told you horny hoes get on Craigslist
Take a look, take a pic, get your own di*k
Take my man, I got a plan, I ain't gon' forfeit
Two slits in my brow on some goon sh*t
Run up on you quick
Even in the cut, I'm like wassup?
Hope no baby in yo' gut, I know you a smut
Slow your role, ho, play your role, ho
Hit the pole, hit the shows, stay the f*ck up out my home
Chillin' on my thrown, countin' money in my thong where a b*tch belong
You hoes know you wrong, that's why I sang this song (Yeah, that's right)

[Chorus]
Told these b*tches, I done told these b*tches
If you f*ckin' with my man, I'm gon' leave yo ass in stitches, yeah
Told these b*tches, I done told these b*tches
If you f*ckin' with my man, I'm gon' leave yo ass in stitches, yeah