On That Bitch

Lyrics

Ayy
 Let me take a sip of this motherfucking water
 Ooo
 My throat hurt
 Adam on the Track
 Gling, gling, gling, gling
 Huh
 Gling, gling, gling, gling
 Huh
 Ayy, huh, bitch
 Oh, hey, yuh, Craig, ayy
 Say wassup bitch, oh oh like a bitch
 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 I rip dick, in that bitch
 .25 cal, in yo shit
 Why's you runnin, you a bitch
 Where you was at when your homies was hit
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 In her clit, with that stick
 Ayy
 On that bitch
 Pimpin on that vitch
 Tell that air-head flip it, hell yeah, get me rich
 Make that pussy pop, lil bop, poppa need the guap
 Remix ya broad, serve her like some flock-a
 Oh, that's your daughter? Xen do not a
 Give fucks about nothing but the dollars
 Ayy, wassup, pimping on them sluts
 Yellow boned bitches working tricks to get my bucks up
 Ayy, can't stop it, put it in my pocket
 P-I-M-P-I-N-G your H-O-E for profit
 Ayy, can't stop it, put it in my pocket
 P-I-M-P-I-N-G your H-O-E for profit
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 Pop a dick, in your bitch
 Nigga, you a crime, I'm a motherfucking [?]
 I don't want cat, she don't want nip
 I'mma put my hand all over, paw prints
 Two Face, Harvey, with no dent
 I pull up in a Rarri, shitting on a bitch
 Niggas be po boys, niggas be shrimps
 I pay you in clout, he gon' pay you in rent
 I just pulled up in the double R
 And you know a nigga double park that bitch
 Phone [?] reflection
 Like god damn, you a star, lil bitch
 Yeah, I know I started with some Ss
 But I'm finna end it with an R, lil bitch
 Take what you got, put the Glock to your mom
 That's why the hood call me Robb, lil bitch
 Slap said, "Don't slap a nigga"
 Femto talk that talk
 Been on the [?] for three days, on replay
 Fuck nigga you don't measure up
 Wet dick, blue C with a crip bitch
 New drip, y'all niggas can't get a drop
 Got a mamacita, dyke, man, on a perc
 [?] keep playing, [?] I'mma pull my dick out
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 On that, bitch
 I put my dick in that bitch
 Pussy get wet, I might slip
 Might break my hip
 Niggas they talking that shit
 Don't really care, 'cause, we getting rich
 Smoking that weed, THC Mist, huh, disappear quick
 Talking that shit, you might have to get that motherfucking fist
 Came with a drop, came with a drip
 Came with a bitch, came with a bad one
 I came with a fifth, so much smoke I came out the mist
 Fucking your bitch, and she came with her homie
 Came with that holy, she came with that moly
 I came with that bread, I came with the cannoli
 Want my chips with the new guacamole
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:30
Key
7
Tempo
142 BPM

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