Lyrics Bitch Please - B-Legit , Big Scoob
I
been
sellin'
dope
since
the
tenth
grade
Notin'
but
gritters
over
this
way
Walkin'
up
talkin'
that
shit,
hey
Me
and
my
nigga
like,
"Bitch
please"
I
been
sellin'
dope
since
the
tenth
grade
Notin'
but
gritters
over
this
way
Walkin'
up
talkin'
that
shit,
hey
Me
and
my
nigga
like,
"Bitch
please"
I
ain't
gang
bangin'
I'm
a
gang
member
Love
for
my
blood
and
the
rest
get
the
middle
finger
You
can
get
the
trigger
finger
Funny
actin'
pussy
nigga,
fraud
You
ain't
hard,
play
the
part
You
can
get
it
nigga
Old
head,
long
bread,
chillin'
and
I'm
sittin'
back
Feet
up,
livin'
good
really
and
I'm
kickin'
back
Orchestrate
to
gettin'
back,
button
pushin'
pigeon
pack
Stuffin'
up
the
duffel
with
the
hustle,
nigga
gimme
that
Naw
really
give
me
that
Greed
time,
gettin'
fat
Multiply
the
paperbacks
Gorilla
I'm
a
silver
back
My
momma
cut
the
similac
With
hot
sauce
and
bacon
fat
Really
don't
know
how
to
act
Started,
I'mma
finish,
nigga
remember
that
I
been
sellin'
dope
since
the
tenth
grade
Notin'
but
gritters
over
this
way
Walkin'
up
talkin'
that
shit,
hey
Me
and
my
nigga
like,
"Bitch
please"
I
been
sellin'
dope
since
the
tenth
grade
Notin'
but
gritters
over
this
way
Walkin'
up
talkin'
that
shit,
hey
Me
and
my
nigga
like,
"Bitch
please"
I
be
got
a
lot,
probably
on
the
block
(on
the
block)
We
runnin'
from
the
cops,
runnin'
into
knots
(into
knots)
I
put
it
into
park,
then
I
put
the
whop
(yeah)
Foam
a
little
lot,
then
I
lock
the
spot
Like
welcome
to
my
neighborhood
(neighborhood)
Got
cookies
and
the
flavor
good
(flavor
good)
Put
you
lotto
on
my
backwood
(yeah)
Keep
a
banger
when
the
sack
good
(stack
good)
Watch
ya
hangin'
if
ya
that
hood
(that
hood)
My
bro
he
on
the
roof
with
a
sixteen
Choppa
in
the
bushes
with
a
red
beam
You
done
ran
off
with
the
wrong
dough
Man
he
fourteen
got
a
long
throw
I
been
sellin'
dope
since
the
tenth
grade
Notin'
but
gritters
over
this
way
Walkin'
up
talkin'
that
shit,
hey
Me
and
my
nigga
like,
"Bitch
please"
I
been
sellin'
dope
since
the
tenth
grade
Notin'
but
gritters
over
this
way
Walkin'
up
talkin'
that
shit,
hey
Me
and
my
nigga
like,
"Bitch
please"
Started
off
with
a
pinch,
hoppin'
over
the
fence
Garbage
cans
and
dog
shit,
albino
piss
You
all
up
in
my
face,
toaster
up
on
my
hip
Bringin'
home
the
bacon,
and
the
cheese
and
grips
Sometime
my
paper
saggy,
sometime
my
Yeager
crisp
Takin'
a
stab
at
this
rappin',
selling
dope
and
hittin'
this
Grew
up
on
the
tar
Pluck
you
like
guitar
I
be
high
as
fuck,
tryna
touch
the
stars
Frank
Muller
on
my
right,
Rolex
on
my
left
I
dont
like
to
fight,
I
just
like
sex
Hustler
all
my
life,
popo
like
to
raid
I
been
gettin'
paid,
since
the
tenth
grade
(Biatch)
I
been
sellin'
dope
since
the
tenth
grade
Notin'
but
gritters
over
this
way
Walkin'
up
talkin'
that
shit,
hey
Me
and
my
nigga
like,
"Bitch
please"
I
been
sellin'
dope
since
the
tenth
grade
Notin'
but
gritters
over
this
way
Walkin'
up
talkin'
that
shit,
hey
Me
and
my
nigga
like,
"Bitch
please
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