Side b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Brianna Perry]
Yeah, yeah
Free game, free game
Way back, drop top, yeah

[Chorus: Brianna Perry]
If your n*gga comin' home p*ssed off for no reason
He probably caught his side b*tch cheatin'
When the b*tch start actin' up, talkin' 'bout she leavin'
She probably with her side n*gga, cheatin'
When that n*gga start comin' home late in the evening
He probably with his side b*tch, cheatin'
If she tell you that's her homie but you never get to meet him
She probably with her side n*gga, cheatin'

[Verse 1: Brianna Perry]
I'm at home with these kids like a fool (f*ckin' fool)
He don't even pick they ass up from school (Yo, what you doin'?)
This n*gga joyridin', all in my sh*t, he a cheater
He keep talkin' 'bout that's a cousin, where she at? I wanna meet her
I'ma beat her (pus*y ho)
Do your dirt but keep it gangster with your paper (One hundred)
That's why all these other bad b*tches single (Mhm)
'Cause they ain't havin' that (Uh-uh)
So when a n*gga hit my DM's, send that picture through the Snap
I'm gettin' summertime fine for that new new year
Any n*gga swappin' b*tches with the crew too, yeah
All that layin' up cryin' sh*t, actin' like a soft b*tch (Stop)
Get your stupid ass up and cheat back, b*tch
[Chorus: Brianna Perry]
If your n*gga comin' home p*ssed off for no reason
He probably caught his side b*tch cheatin'
When the b*tch start actin' up, talkin' 'bout she leavin'
She probably with her side n*gga, cheatin'
When that n*gga start comin' home late in the evening
He probably with his side b*tch, cheatin'
If she tell you that's her homie but you never get to meet him
She probably with her side n*gga, cheatin'

[Verse 2: Ball Greezy & Brianna Perry]
See that's your f*ckin' problem (Huh?)
You don't never wanna listen
Everybody on Facebook know my business
You don't never give me head (Never)
And you don't never let me f*ck (Never)
We gotta argue every time before I nut (Goddamn)
While you in that king-sized, smellin' good, sleep in peace
I'm in the motherf*ckin' streets with that heat, sellin' deep
You ain't never ever ask me how my day went (Never)
(What you mean?)
Ah, go'n on with that fake sh*t
And I can't even take a sh*t without you think I'm with a b*tch (Goddamn)
Accusin' me for nothin' 'bout nothin' make me p*ssed
Answer this, what's the last time we kissed? (Huh?)
Goddamn, you make me sick
[Chorus: Brianna Perry]
If your n*gga comin' home p*ssed off for no reason
He probably caught his side b*tch cheatin'
When the b*tch start actin' up, talkin' 'bout she leavin'
She probably with her side n*gga, cheatin'
When that n*gga start comin' home late in the evening
He probably with his side b*tch, cheatin'
If she tell you that's her homie but you never get to meet him
She probably with her side n*gga, cheatin'