Chris Brown & Tyga — Bitches
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Bitches Chris Brown & Tyga03:29
Текст песни: Bitches
Bitches Lyrics[Chorus: Chris Brown] I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah (Hahaha, look) [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Higher than the moon, nigga, what up? I hear 'em wolfin', a nigga need to shut up While I'm in the pussy, face down and the butt up You ain't shit to her and me, I'm just a fuck up Fuck a hand shake, nigga, we ain't brothers On that West side where they reppin' for they colors Talkin' big shit 'cause my dick will make you stutter All up in your face like it's butter, nutter Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down Nasty on the dick, bitch, give a nigga a wipe down Twenty four inches, I'm rollin' on chrome, my niggas are smokin' on that loud Bitches try to flaunt, huh, I'ma blow they back out I ain't thinkin' 'bout a nigga, walk past you Bitch stole my blunt and said she like my tattoos I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo But when she drop it on that dick, she a damn fool [Chorus: Chris Brown] I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas Really, really though, all these bitches, I don't want no niggas 'Cause the real niggas posted up already with us (Huh, yeah) [Verse 2: Chris Brown] It's a habit, in the club, bottle magic Fuckin' with these ratchets, no purses, they got baskets It's a hand out, these bitches high fienin', guess they addicts And I ask them, "Are you in like Patrick?" Playin' with the pussy like it's Madden, fire like a dragon The one say she like me, then they all bandwagon Cheerleadin' ass hoes, but they pretty like a pageant She said she'd let me cut, I got to stab it, for real though [Chorus: Chris Brown] I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas Really, really though, all these bitches, I don't want no niggas 'Cause the real niggas posted up already with us [Verse 3: Tyga] Ha! Audemars, big bitch, big tipper Supperclub, 20,000 for the liquor See the bitch I'm with, prolly never get her No comp' bottles, they for broke niggas Been the corner posted up with the dome giver Money flowin' like wet pussy, that's a long river So you got your bitch on lock, I slim jim her It's that time of the month, fucktember All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up 'Fore you cup up, throw your set up Hop in this bitch 'til the club lights lit up Leave with her, big spender, a bitch shut up (Ha!) T-Killa illuminati all through your body She blow me like a twelve gauge, shawty, you feel me Pull up in the 'rari, the fucking life of the party I'm gettin' hoes regardless, before this rap shit, I'm honest [Chorus: Chris Brown & Tyga] I don't need no niggas in my section (Ha) All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah (Yeah) I don't need no niggas in my section All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas Really, really though, all these bitches, I don't want no niggas 'Cause the real niggas posted up already with us12
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