BBYMUTHA — Lil’ Bitch

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Every busted bitch in chattanooga hate on Brittnee
Every busted bitch in chattanooga hate on Brittnee
Every busted, every busted bitch in Chattanooga hate on Brittnee

You ain’t gotta love me to fuck me
You ain’t gotta call, I mean it’s jus’ a lil’ pussy
You ain’t gotta act like you care about my music
‘Cuz Imma fuck ya once and then ya number, Imma lose it
I be over niggas, you just on me ‘cuz I’m famous
I could suck the soul out ya dick, you still a lame bruh
I be talking wet to these niggas, ‘cuz i’m harder than a nigga
Get mo money than these niggas
Hoe i’m smarter than these niggas, yea
I don’t fuck for free no mo’, I had to learn my lesson
If you really wanna see me pick a bill and get to blessing, bitch
Why you love that nigga? He be fucking on ya best friend!
Stop stroking his ego, bitch I’m not your fuckin’ yes man

Listen here you lil’ bitch, I don’t owe a nigga shit
I can suck my own dick, I can pay my own rent
Listen here you lil’ bitch, I don’t need a hoe for shit
I can buy my clothes, I can suck my own clit

You ain’t gotta love me to lick me
If you really bout it like you say then come and stick me
Every busted bitch in Chattanooga hate on brittnee
The roaches in my crib said ‘bitch what’s Gucci? Come and get me!’
Think my situation just gon’ cripple me? You shittin’ me
Sti-‘ll fuck yo nigga, you don’t wanna be my enemy
Sick of lettin’ peasant bitches run off at the mouth, I’m from the south
I’ll pull it out and turn yo’ throat into a holster
You don’t want yo mama hanging up them missing posters
You don’t want yo daddy all depressed and in a coma
Don’t you test my G, hoe look at me and what i been thru
I’m sensitive as fuck lil bitch, you lucky i ain’t off you
I got so much animosity, I’m slick an animal
I’ll eat a bitch alive just call me hannibal the cannibal
I’m knowing where you live and where you work and where you twerk at on the weekend
I keep it on my hip I call that bitch my lil’ black friend