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Artiste:
Dreezy
Titre:
Bitch Duh
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Bitch, duh, yeah, I’m about to spin about a tweet Bitch, duh, big B-Bowtega on my feet Bitch, duh, can’t have your niggas back, I play Paquit Bitch, duh, ho, got a mill on me, still got in for free Hood hoe, black on black, me back, ride that shit on E Fuck a stove, New Balenci drop, bring that shit to me Of course that nigga ran to you, cause he can’t fuck with me Million dollar thotty on the block, hoe, the streets is T I’m boxed, pretty with a Glock, tell him, reach and see At your big age, hound, big dog, got him pissed off I can’t hold my tongue, I gotta get my licks off Bitch, duh, yeah, I’m about to spin about a tweet Bitch, duh, big B-Bowtega on my feet Bitch, duh, can’t have your niggas back, I play for keeps Bitch, duh, ain’t never seen a hunnid with a crease Bitch, duh, ever seen a million dollar mink Bitch, duh, crib big, lost my keys for a week Bitch, duh, if I’m in sex, you know that nigga stalking me Bitch, duh, I’m living in your head, rent free I’ve curved your nigga a hunnid times And it’s the things I get, I’m the reason you in a happy relationship DMs in my wrist be flooded every time I take a pic Bitches be in love with me, but acting like they hate a bitch Yellow coupe with a ceiling bag, this a limit drop Wake up fresh to death, stay like Drizzy, make the killin’ stop He keep me in red bottles, but he know I’m for giving talk Tell me how the fuck is you committed, but your nigga not Huh, you can’t look girl, me, I got figures too Take a pic and crop his face up out my dinner villa Ain’t no beef, I’ma ignore you like your nigga do Ain’t gotta ask if he tricking when I’m with him Bitch, duh, yeah, I’m about to spin about a tweet Bitch, duh, big B, gon’ take her on my feet Bitch, duh, can’t have your nigga back, I play for keeps Bitch, duh, ain’t never seen a hunnid with a crease Bitch, duh, ever seen a million dollar mink Bitch, duh, crib big, lost my keys for a week Bitch, duh, if I’m in sex, you know that nigga stalking me Bitch, duh, I’m living in your head, rent free