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lirik lagu juicy j - bitches

[intro: juicy j & [?]]
you’s a b-tch
(b-tches)

[verse 1: a$ap rocky]
lil’ bro got all-gold teeth and he was glistenin’
came from the souled and he came out of memphis
told me ’bout the hoes and he put me on the b-tches
and he said they’d be trippy, man, layin’ me some pimpin’
how come b-tches wanna cover? pretty motherf-cker
bas-m-nt out the gutter, don’t f-ck without no rubber
i don’t ever trust her, i would never cuff her
kissin’ on her lover, i do it for my brother

[verse 2: a$ap nast]
back of the club, posted with my dubs
act like you tough, you could catch a slug
hoes in my face fixin’ for a taste
of this young n-gg-, she wants a big dipper

[verse 3: french montana]
pull up european, smoke a [?]
smokin’ on a ‘cali, but the papers [?]
rich hazy [?], lyin’ with a [?]
hundred for the car (hah)

[interlude: juicy j, a pimp named slickback & woman]
you don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a b-tch. i know where all my b-tches are, thank you very much
b-tch, where you at?
i’m out here gettin’ your money
that’s what the h-ll i thought, thank you grandma
(b-tches)

[verse 4: french montana]
rollin’ up the weed (weed), trippin’ off a pill (pill)
trippin’ out and swervin’, all my n-gg-s in the field (field)
trippin’ like the rap-n-gg-s can’t be for real
really started from the corner and now a n-gg- makin’ mills’
hah, hah, like a [?]
all my n-gg-s built the way, ain’t gonna lose (hah)
shawty gon’ buss it open for a n-gg- with a check (hah)
heard the p-ssy good, but tonight i want some head (hah)

[interlude: juicy j & [?]]
uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some indian in him, now he was part [?]
(b-tches)

[verse 5: juicy j]
it’s that n-gg- from the mafia, i’m the juice on that bombay
and them xannies dancin’ on my phantom roof
i got b-tches that got b-tches that do everythin’, but two
i just met your baby-momma, now i got a new recruit
ten-thousand dollars on my motherf-ckin’ tooth
if that b-tch ain’t got my money, i’ma knock her tooth loose
fine–ss b-tches eatin’ d-ck for jimmy choo
at the club all night, can’t even take the kids to school
thursday afternoon, i was on the move
shots of petrone, hand full of ‘shrooms
pop it like reinbacher, i left in a helicopter
even though i’m paid up, i’m still chasin’ every dollar
b-tch, i got bands, i heard she got xans’
her p-ssy so good, heard her p-ssy got fans
f-ck her more than one time, d-mn, i must be out my mind
throw that -ss in rewind, let me hit it from behind

[verse 6: project pat]
you tell the doody b-tches like they do you
they play dumb, so, my n-gg-, i play dumb too
get caught in that p-ssy way up, that’s that hou-do
supposed to be the man, now that b-tch control you
get money, flip money, all i do is spend money, trippin’
love my money all-blue, i guess my money crippin’
no disrespect to double-cup, so you know i’m sippin’
the b-tch wouldn’t shut the f-ck up ’til i stuck my d-ck in
money like a hood-b-tch mouth, guess they flippin’ off
ducks get plucked, you front me? then i’m dippin’ off
stump down like [?], back-hand you in to last week
lyin’ about that bread’ll get your head cracked to the street
credit card check fraud, or a f-ckin’ thief
flatback suckin’ jack, ’til a n-gg- skeet
she get paid in many ways, her pimp gotta eat
or hit the highway juggin’ off a whole key (ooh)

[outro: [?]]
uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some indian in him, now he was part [?]

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