We Got B*tches (Live) lyrics
by Tyler, The Creator
[Intro]
Goddamn n*gga!
This sh*t ignorant as f*ck, my n*gga!
b*tches, this your motherf*ckin' chance
Go on the motherf*ckin’ dance floor, shake that ass b*tch
If you got a problem with a n*gga
Sock that motherf*cker in the motherf*ckin jaw right now n*gga
Put your f*ckin' hands up, b*tches!
If you didn't know n*gga, if you didn’t know n*gga, I'm back!
[Verse 1]
Spit on a b*tch, punch on a b*tch
After I eat some steak, have her tug on my di*k
n*gga filthy rich, two car notes
No house n*gga, that's how I roll
Yeah n*gga I do this f*ckin' sh*t
Count money, get my hair braided by your b*tch
She drivin' me around town, n*gga
Where I'm at n*gga? Dog pound n*gga
Oh sh*t n*gga, what's good ho?
Your b*tch givin' me head, countin’ money though
2 chains, three dames
Rollin’ with my n*ggas cause we gang bang
I roll big, we roll deep
Only skate in the streets, what's good n*gga?
I’m hood n*gga, with my hood n*ggas
We ratchet, we goon in the hood section
[Hook]
We got b*tches, we got b*tches, we got b*tches
We got diamonds, we got diamonds, we got diamonds
We got cars, we got cars, we got cars
We got jacuzzis and your b*tch be on my di*k
We got b*tches, we got b*tches, we got b*tches
We got diamonds, we got diamonds, we got diamonds
We got cars, we got cars, we got cars
We got jacuzzis and your b*tch be on my di*k
[Verse 2]
Mobbin' in the club (What?), 60 n*ggas deep (Swag!)
Keep talkin' sh*t and you'll meet 60 feet
Cats on everything, that’s all a n*gga see (meow)
I f*ck with a bad b*tch I'm smokin' on some weed
n*gga got racks, shout out to the team
Posted in the house, n*gga countin' green
Golf Wang, Wolf Gang, n*ggas know what our name
Six hundred sixty six b*tches on my di*k, man
Six hundred and sixty motherf*ckin' six
[Outro]
Give me that di*k
b*tches on a n*gga di*k