Bottom b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
(One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one, it's the loneliest number since the number one)

[Verse 1]
I hung with them gangstas, them boys, them hustlas, them pimps
Complained 'bout being the brokest but we owned the most expensive 'fits
We chased money, started fights, and hot boxed in the cars
Crashed parties and talked about life like we havin' a ball
Got tatted and got a rep, b*tches, and harassed by the cops
Cuz we was eight deep in a Buick Regal slappin' some 'Pac
Some went to jail, a few of them they made it out the town
While the rest of us just f*ckin' hung around

[Chorus]
Now they held me down
When life felt like a scam
When they kicked me out of school
And friends blew in the wind
But you were my main girl and I was your man
And, yeah, they were my partners but they didn't always understand
And it was you and I all kinds of young and dumb
Had plenty of random girls, but next to you they were none
Don't tell that to the cops, sh*t, we glad you didn't run
I'm just takin' time to thank you for bein' my number one
You know I know...