To The Right lyrics

Broke b*tches to the left
Bad b*tches to the right
If she got a man, but he don't f*ck her right
Get her to the crib, I can f*ck her all night
When I'm done send her back
'Cause I ain't tryna wife

Broke b*tches to the left
Bad b*tches to the right
Broke b*tches to the left
Bad b*tches to the right

Look look, I'm in love with a thick b*tch
A thick b*tch and she really with the, sh*t sh*t
I bust a nut, pull out then she lick it
You can't be my girl, but you can be my mistress

I stay strapped when I dive in a b*tch
'Cause young devour ain't tryna die, 'cause a b*tch
Yeah these hoes they be, out days
Suckin on the di*k, just to get her paid

My lil' momma what that ass do
Big butt smell good tryna bag you
Don't give f*ck about who already smashed you
Baby I can bet I'll be the best who ever bashed you

She f*ck with me at a long way
Hit it from the back while we listen to the song play
I'm playin hoes every Sunday to Sunday
Baby I'll be faithful yeah I promise one day

Broke b*tches to the left
Bad b*tches to the right
If she got a man, but he don't f*ck her right
Get her to the crib, I can f*ck her all night
When I'm done send her back
'Cause I ain't tryna wife
Broke b*tches to the left
Bad b*tches to the right
Broke b*tches to the left
Bad b*tches to the right

Look look, if you a boss b*tch lemme see you stand up
If you a broke b*tch, go and get your bands up
If you a real one, boy put your hands up
Actin' like a b*tch, you get smacked up

Beat the pus*y up, then I pass it to the homies
A mak mak keep it one me, no
I ain't the one when you lonely
Girl I'm the one you can call when you're horny

Bought a crib like a hotel
Love me a big boot b*tch, pus*y don't smell, no
She got a man but she won't tell
'Cause she love how I speed it up then I slow down, yeah

Your man trippin, hit me up
You home alone, meet me up
She want a real one to beat the pus*y up
Good di*k, now she can't get enough

Broke b*tches to the left
Bad b*tches to the right
If she got a man, but he don't f*ck her right
Get her to the crib, I can f*ck her all night
When I'm done send her back
Cause I ain't tryna wife
Broke b*tches to the left
Bad b*tches to the right
Broke b*tches to the left
Bad b*tches to the right

Broke b*tches to the left
Bad b*tches to the right
If she got a man, but he don't f*ck her right
Get her to the crib, I can f*ck her all night
When I'm done send her back
Cause I ain't tryna wife

Broke b*tches to the left
Bad b*tches to the right
Broke b*tches to the left
Bad b*tches to the right