lirik lagu troy ave - that's my bitch
[hook]
and she be mad when we don’t lay up
and then we fight and f-ck and make up
i’m sick and tired, i don’t stay up
but it’s ok ‘cause you my b-tch, b-tch, b-tch
every day you n-ggas wake up
you never tryna get your cake up
you got your hate but not your weight up
but it’s ok ‘cause you a b-tch
[verse 1]
n-ggas on my d-ck more than my ho
i take his b-tch to the bell, f-cked her for tacos
i bought my baby chanel, told her to rock those
logo shoes with the matching purse, yeah i know it hurt
put a caviar in the hood, i’m a star
in the waldo, eating some beluga, caviar
i just sold sold some fishscale, then i bought some fish eggs
my watch sick and don’t tick but being broke is played
n-ggas is dying, only death could delay ‘em
i’m getting to it, i’m on [?] but i ain’t f-cking playing
it’s time to win it, time to end it, game six, jm
ironically i’m smoother than jazz, you n-ggas talking like jazz
you played out like [?] sonic, i’m going for cash
in the latest model benz, i bought this sh-t cash
y’all just keep an eye on me, should call you cl1ck lash
every whip and chain i buy is like a f-cking lash
slave to the block, waving the glock
if you was supposed to be the man would you fake it or not?
yup, crabs in the barrel, you get out, they looking for help
i’m closing that barrel, set fire and watching you melt
[hook]
and she be mad when we don’t lay up
and then we fight and f-ck and make up
i’m sick and tired, i don’t stay up
but it’s ok ‘cause you my b-tch, b-tch, b-tch
every day you n-ggas wake up
you never tryna get your cake up
you got your hate but not your weight up
but it’s ok ‘cause you a b-tch
[verse 2]
but we ain’t gonna fast forward to avoid haters
they want me to k!ll ‘em, i just want to get more paper
i’m [?] picking out versace wallpaper
my lil bro jeep interior gon’ be all gator
and n-gga you ain’t even got a whip, that’s a crock of sh-t
and you ain’t even play my hits, that’s about a b-tch
that i’m f-cking, you loving
got you hot as an oven
you’s a jive turkey, that’s a cook with the stuffing
just a bird n-gga, i can flip ‘em and snuff ‘em
you got some nerve to be in my city and fronting
when i brought the town back, i generate the talk
i made it respectable again to be from new york
i heard that they heckling him, when i see him, it’s chalk
these n-ggas is food, i’m running down on ‘em like forks
i’m making four points, i’m bringing in four joints
i won’t get caught but the bulletin will be all points
i’m ghetto as f-ck and so i don’t care
i pray to god with the devil in my ear
smooth criminal sh-t
[hook]
and she be mad when we don’t lay up
and then we fight and f-ck and make up
i’m sick and tired, i don’t stay up
but it’s ok ‘cause you my b-tch, b-tch, b-tch
every day you n-ggas wake up
you never tryna get your cake up
you got your hate but not your weight up
but it’s ok ‘cause you a b-tch
[outro]
it’s ok cause you’s a b-tch
not a b-tch like my b-tches
you know my b-tches realer than you b-tch -ss n-ggas
that’s a fact though
f-ck you a bum -ss n-ggas got an opinion on a millionaire
barber shop talk -ss n-ggas man
bsb records, troy ave
we getting on on our own merit
we don’t d-ckride
we self made and self paid
powder, word
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