Andre Nickatina, Mac Dre - Bitch lyrics
[Andre Nickatina, Mac Dre - Bitch lyrics]
I have no time to relax
I tell a fine broke bitch you better get back
Some hoes leave, then they don't come back
I tell ’em don't call bitch send me a fax
Bitch said Nicki why you party so tough
I had to tell the bitch
You don't party enough
I like to re-up bitch then re-up
Drive with my knees when I roll weed up
Don’t ask about last night
Bitch it's kinda blury
But the morning walked in
Court wearing my jewelry
My cellphone screams like a hot tea kettle
Bitch you can't even walk in them stilettos
The way I hit the mall you
Can call me Mac Mall
Ball till I fall or at least till I'm gone
I like my hair curled i like my hat low
You ask where I'm from I like to say Filmoe
And that's real dough it connects like four
When I walk in the club people open up doors
Put more ice-cream in that root beer float
When I wear a white suit
Man it looks like coke
Rush south west for a flight at twelve
Hit another city then give it hell
A freak of mines went to jail in the bay
I made a phone call got her out the same day
Got the bitch out the Paris Hilton way
Don't ask what I did cause I never will say
I split that blunt i roll that blunt
I light that blunt now bitch what's up?
When the hoes in here said I was washed up
Same hoes tried to get at me when I popped up
Man I’m a bay cat don’t wear a wave cat
Tell a bald head bitch yo look at my perm
Cut in line when it's not my turn
That’s ok cause I pay a law firm
One more time bitch look at my perm
I don't have to brag cause
It's better than YERS, yers, yers
I tell a fine broke bitch you better get back
Some hoes leave, then they don't come back
I tell ’em don't call bitch send me a fax
Bitch said Nicki why you party so tough
I had to tell the bitch
You don't party enough
I like to re-up bitch then re-up
Drive with my knees when I roll weed up
Don’t ask about last night
Bitch it's kinda blury
But the morning walked in
Court wearing my jewelry
My cellphone screams like a hot tea kettle
Bitch you can't even walk in them stilettos
The way I hit the mall you
Can call me Mac Mall
Ball till I fall or at least till I'm gone
I like my hair curled i like my hat low
You ask where I'm from I like to say Filmoe
And that's real dough it connects like four
When I walk in the club people open up doors
Put more ice-cream in that root beer float
When I wear a white suit
Man it looks like coke
Rush south west for a flight at twelve
Hit another city then give it hell
A freak of mines went to jail in the bay
I made a phone call got her out the same day
Got the bitch out the Paris Hilton way
Don't ask what I did cause I never will say
I split that blunt i roll that blunt
I light that blunt now bitch what's up?
When the hoes in here said I was washed up
Same hoes tried to get at me when I popped up
Man I’m a bay cat don’t wear a wave cat
Tell a bald head bitch yo look at my perm
Cut in line when it's not my turn
That’s ok cause I pay a law firm
One more time bitch look at my perm
I don't have to brag cause
It's better than YERS, yers, yers