Luh b*tch lyrics

by

Peewee Longway


[Chorus: Redd Coldhearted]
I'm riding round with your n*gga
Moving them bricks up
Got your n*gga selling packs, and I got a Benz truck
50 racks on us
[?] so you know I'm in the Bentley truck
Flex up, poured up
Don't care about your ho, she ain't making no noise
She [?]
Mad cause you see me with the n*gga [?]
That n*gga that you [?] trust
Layed up with me, so you know he ain't picking up
You ain't tryna get f*cked
You a joke b*tch, you need to give it up
He ain't nothing but a quick f*ck
Worry about a n*gga, b*tch you better get your bands up
You better get your bands up

[Verse 1: Redd Coldhearted]
Why these b*tches wanna play?
Pull up to the spot, and put a chopper in your face
Worry bout a n*gga [?]
Money make him crazy, ain't got no time to play
Peewee Longway run in the A
[?] to the bands, when it's right in the safe
Send the bricks to the bando, I rap them up
I keep it tucked in case a n*gga tryna f*ck
What the f*ck going on?
Your b*tch keep calling, why she blowing up your phone?
She ain't got the picture of who you taking home
I know she [?] go home
Stop looking dumb for a n*gga that don't want ya
Tryna get a grand for my n*gga [?]
Your n*gga wanna [?]
[?] and I'm all about the dollars
Talking about your n*gga, b*tch he tryna hollar
Talking about cash, hell yeah I got a lotta dollars
A n*gga need me [?]
I ain't conseeded b*tch, this is how I was brought up
[?]
If you don't want a problem, then b*tch you better back up
I be on that f*ck sh*t, all I do is pull up
Foreign whip driving, so you know it when you see us
[Chorus: Redd Coldhearted]
I'm riding round with your n*gga
Moving them bricks up
Got your n*gga selling packs, and I got a Benz truck
50 racks on us
[?] so you know I'm in the Bentley truck
Flex up, poured up
Don't care about your ho, she ain't making no noise
She [?]
Mad cause you see me with the n*gga [?]
That n*gga that you [?] trust
Layed up with me, so you know he ain't picking up
You ain't tryna get f*cked
You a joke b*tch, you need to give it up
He ain't nothing but a quick f*ck
Worry about a n*gga, b*tch you better get your bands up
You better get your bands up

[Verse 2: Lady Murk]
[?] staying rich
[?]
All you hoes [?]
[?]
[?] shoes [?]
Here the money calling my name, [?]
Shotgun in the ride, front seat, ain't nothing on the side
One main b*tch, but you got two on the side
[?]
I don't really give a damb
[?]
All about a check, yeah I'm all about a check
Worry about a n*gga, I could really care less
No cash no combo
[?] to the bando
Better get your bands up
Cause a b*tch like me [?]
[?] make a b*tch hate us
You're mad cause your n*gga [?]
Can't [?] for a broke n*gga
But I f*ck [?]
[Chorus: Redd Coldhearted]
I'm riding round with your n*gga
Moving them bricks up
Got your n*gga selling packs, and I got a Benz truck
50 racks on us
[?] so you know I'm in the Bentley truck
Flex up, poured up
Don't care about your ho, she ain't making no noise
She [?]
Mad cause you see me with the n*gga [?]
That n*gga that you [?] trust
Layed up with me, so you know he ain't picking up
You ain't tryna get f*cked
You a joke b*tch, you need to give it up
He ain't nothing but a quick f*ck
Worry about a n*gga, b*tch you better get your bands up
You better get your bands up

[Verse 3: Peewee Longway]
Got [?] in the Coope [?]
Ride around juugin counting bands
Dope boy swag, b*tch jump out [?]
So wet [?]
Trap [?]
I might just go jump in that Bentley
Presidential Rollie [?]
[?] wrist game
[?] diamonds on everything
Diamonds on the tip of my di*k, she suck it like [?]
Hammer time, Lady Murk coming through, make sure she don't miss
Roll my finger, she gon hit
Elimanate you [?]
Longway somewhere sippin Kris
[?]
Longway, Longway b*tch!
[Chorus: Redd Coldhearted]
I'm riding round with your n*gga
Moving them bricks up
Got your n*gga selling packs, and I got a Benz truck
50 racks on us
[?] so you know I'm in the Bentley truck
Flex up, poured up
Don't care about your ho, she ain't making no noise
She [?]
Mad cause you see me with the n*gga [?]
That n*gga that you [?] trust
Layed up with me, so you know he ain't picking up
You ain't tryna get f*cked
You a joke b*tch, you need to give it up
He ain't nothing but a quick f*ck
Worry about a n*gga, b*tch you better get your bands up
You better get your bands up
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