either way - bbymutha lyrics
[verse 1: bbym*th*]
yeah, he need p*ssy, i need peace of mind
i need brick and dime
i get sticky like a porcupine
rob a n*gga blind
he like f*ckin’, i like makin’ money
love is love for dummies
i’m in philly, my b*tch lookin’ sunny
chew me like a gummy, honey bunny
it’s a stick up, rock a n*gga s*m*n like a ski mask
d*mn, yo baby mama got a fat ass, huh
i know a threesome when i see it
we can rinse it and repeat it
if i beat it better, bet ya she gon’ wanna dip wit me
i’m a g, g for gucci coochie, cop that hoe a louis
jimmy choo and l!ckin’ all up on the waistline
k!ll a n*gga spirit, call the people, it’s a hate crimе
i move like the moon, you wеt like water, devil’s daughter
ion think you wanna go to war wit me though
end up on a t*shirt tryna be a f*ckin’ hero
strap all on me, choppa lgbt, money, molly, marijuana
bbym*th* birthin’ b*tches, why these dishes in my sink hoe?
[interlude: bbym*th*]
yeah, b*tch
it’s five o’clock in the mothaf*ckin’ mornin’
and i’m still like, f*ck these hoes
i ain’t never not like, f*ck these hoes
i don’t like you b*tches, i hate you hoes, what’s up?
what’s up, b*tch?
[verse 2: na*kel]
you will fly
and my drip from overseas
i pulled up into yo party in sh*t you never seen
i pulled up in yo hotel wit a girl you never seen
how the f*ck that work?
mmm, b*tches, they wan’ twerk for me
i don’t even want that
b*tch, i want mo’ money
ha, yeah, i’m on the bus
state to state, b*tch, collectin’ bucks
big checks, ion give a f*ck, give a f*ck no mo’
i’m just tryna add that sh*t up, duh
add that sh*t up
[verse 3: bbym*th*]
n*ggas want a mama they can stick they d*ck in
don’t wanna chip in
f*ck that n*gga, diamonds glisten with or without him
b*tch, i’m ’bout it
ain’t no limit to my revenue
lookin’ like a snack, that n*gga scooby doo
i don’t f*ck with snitches
baddest b*tches keep they mouth shut
might end up elopin’, f*ck a prenup
i been doin’ b*tches favors since i went in labor
f*ck it, they ungrateful, i got bills all on my table
i’ma pay ’em though
money ain’t a thang, these b*tches strange
keep the change, you gon’ prolly need it later
when i pull up in yo city, just to see me
’cause you couldn’t be me, now i’m on yo tv
and you still could never ever see me
i know you bothered, call yo father
b*tch, i’m way too busy tryna flip a check, yeah
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