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bitch bitch bitch - fya man lyrics

[intro]

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[chorus]

b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
got my vans on and they look like sneakers
in the trap house making money off squeakers
middle*aged white people looking like teachers
b*tch i be balling and you looking from the bleachers
went from shooting at n*ggas noodles
to being at the top rhyming
and your b*tch ain’t making home she on thot timing
and i stay strapped up like it’s rock climbing
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch

[verse 1]

make a wish b*tch i know i’m on your wish list
countin money and i got it from taking risks, risks
and the same ones tell you to be the same ones
heard i get more p*ssy on your accident than you get on purpose
i’m a living testimony this a hood service
remember just when shorty just was in the hood serving
n*ggas get beat middle of the street like
[chorus]

[verse 2]

got my vans on but they look like sneakers
put the birds in the box, no peekin’
got a bad puta, she speak puerto rican
and the coupe white, like i bleached it
since a preteen, he talked to the precinct
now he grown, hit him in the dome, he can’t rethink
i ain’t make this street sh*t, i just live in it
make it out it, tryna make it out it

[chorus]
got my, got my, got my, got my vans on and they look like sneakers
in the trap house making money off squeakers
middle*aged white people looking like teachers
b*tch i be balling and you looking from the bleachers
went from shooting at n*ggas noodles
to being at the top rhyming
and your b*tch ain’t making home she on thot timing
and i stay strapped up like it’s rock climbing
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch

- fya man lyrics

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