paroles de chanson no bitches? - A.J.

Dope
Too much
Ohhh
Uhh
Yeh

I got, woah
You got no
Money, oh
I got dough
You a fake
I got paid
You a lame
Don't get bitches

Walk in the club with a stick
I don't give a fuck about many shits
Your bitch she whip out my dick
And she shlobering all over that shit
Smoking that gas, woah
Bitch I be getting so lit
I got the cash, woah
I be counting all of it
I do not with them mufuckin' bitches
Bitch i be getting the mufuckin' riches
Diamonds on me and you know that they glisten
They don't fuck with me they don't wanna listen
That bitch got no head bitch and now I am livid
Ice on me look like a bathtub but it is on me
Yeh, You know how I'm living
I got the ice on my wrist and neck and it gleam

I got, woah
You got no
Money, oh
I got dough
You a fake
I got paid
You a lame
Don't get bitches

All of my ice drip drip drip drip
Hop in the whip it's a brand new car
I go skrt skrt skrt drift
I get money you are broke
Will when you learn learn learn it
Ice on me and that shit glow
It look like curse curse curses (Yah)
Going the furthest
Lil bitch I stay with the heat like the Burnish
Lil bitch tell me what the fuck are you earning?
Lil bitch I got paper like I am learning
Bitch i got beef mother fucker I'm serving
Feel like I'm tennis I'm balling I'm serving
Bitch you are corny, I'll make you pop like a kernel
I got rocks just like a tunnel
You fuck with me then we will have a tussle

I got, woah
You got no
Money, oh
I got dough
You a fake
I got paid
You a lame
Don't get bitches

Bitch got combusting (woah)
White girl say that my cum busting (yuh)
Say some shit and we run in (du du du du du)
Stay with guns, bitch
That is some shit
Got a problem we come in with the blicky
Run up and you end up missing
I got more gas than a blimpy
You are more broke than I would be
If I had negative money
I am as rich as I could be
Bitch you are not cause you bitchy, huh
Stay with the heat like a cookie baker
Little bitch call me the coochie master
Okay