b*tches lyrics

[Intro]
This one is for everyone in Low Expectations
Buncho b*tches

[Verse 1]
b*tch, you ain't sly
And with my gun, you're gonna die
b*tch, understand
I'm gonna hang you from my fruit-stand

[Chorus]
b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
I hate you, hoe
b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
I hate you, hoe

[Verse 2]
Bella Rizek, Motor and a Souless man too
A thousand shots of good booze couldn't make me love you
Buncho b*tches, oh, just know
You're a f*cking whorе!
Hoe

[Chorus]
b*tches, b*tches, b*tchеs, b*tches, b*tches
b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
I hate you, hoe
b*tches, b*tches, b*tch!
Ugh
[Outro]
I'm just playin', whores, you know I love you!