Big Scoob, B-Legit, E-40 - Bitch Please lyrics
[Big Scoob, B-Legit, E-40 - Bitch Please lyrics]
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
I ain't gangbangin', I'm a gang member
Love for my Blood and the
Rest get the middle finger
You can get the trigger finger
Funny-actin' pussy nigga
Fraud, you ain't hard, play the
Part, you can get it, nigga
Old head, long bread
Chillin' and I'm sittin' back feet up
Livin' good really and I'm kickin' back
Orchestrate to gettin' back
Button-pushin' pigeon pack
Stuffin' up the duffel with
The hustle, nigga, gimme that
Nah, really, give me that, greed time
Gettin' fat
Multiply the paperbacks, gorilla
I'm a silverback
My mama cut the Similac with
Hot sauce and bacon fat
Really don't know how to act
Started, I'ma finish, nigga, remember that
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
I be out a lot, probably on the block
(On the block)
Be runnin' from the cops, runnin' into knocks
(Into knocks)
I put it in the pot, then I put the wop
(yeah)
Foam and let it lock, then I lock the spot
Like, "Welcome to my neighborhood"
(Neighborhood)
Got Cookies and the flavor good (Flavor good)
Put Gelato in my Backwood (yeah)
Keep a banger when it's that good (That good)
Watch your anger if you that hood (That hood)
My brodie on the roof with a sixteen
Choppa in the bushes with a red beam
You done ran off with the wrong dope
Mini-14 got a long throat
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
Started off with a pinch
Hoppin' over the fence
Garbage cans and dog shit, albino pit's
Yola up in my fist, toaster up on my hip
Bringin' home the bacon and
The cheese and grit's
Sometime my paper saggy
Sometime my yaper crisp
Takin' a stab at this rappin'
Selling dope a hit-and-miss
Grew up on the tar, pluck you like guitar
I be high as fuck tryna touch the stars
Franck Muller on my right, Rolex on my left
I don't like to fight, I just like sex
Hustler all my life, popo like to raid
I been gettin' paid since the tenth grade
(Biatch)
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
I ain't gangbangin', I'm a gang member
Love for my Blood and the
Rest get the middle finger
You can get the trigger finger
Funny-actin' pussy nigga
Fraud, you ain't hard, play the
Part, you can get it, nigga
Old head, long bread
Chillin' and I'm sittin' back feet up
Livin' good really and I'm kickin' back
Orchestrate to gettin' back
Button-pushin' pigeon pack
Stuffin' up the duffel with
The hustle, nigga, gimme that
Nah, really, give me that, greed time
Gettin' fat
Multiply the paperbacks, gorilla
I'm a silverback
My mama cut the Similac with
Hot sauce and bacon fat
Really don't know how to act
Started, I'ma finish, nigga, remember that
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
I be out a lot, probably on the block
(On the block)
Be runnin' from the cops, runnin' into knocks
(Into knocks)
I put it in the pot, then I put the wop
(yeah)
Foam and let it lock, then I lock the spot
Like, "Welcome to my neighborhood"
(Neighborhood)
Got Cookies and the flavor good (Flavor good)
Put Gelato in my Backwood (yeah)
Keep a banger when it's that good (That good)
Watch your anger if you that hood (That hood)
My brodie on the roof with a sixteen
Choppa in the bushes with a red beam
You done ran off with the wrong dope
Mini-14 got a long throat
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
Started off with a pinch
Hoppin' over the fence
Garbage cans and dog shit, albino pit's
Yola up in my fist, toaster up on my hip
Bringin' home the bacon and
The cheese and grit's
Sometime my paper saggy
Sometime my yaper crisp
Takin' a stab at this rappin'
Selling dope a hit-and-miss
Grew up on the tar, pluck you like guitar
I be high as fuck tryna touch the stars
Franck Muller on my right, Rolex on my left
I don't like to fight, I just like sex
Hustler all my life, popo like to raid
I been gettin' paid since the tenth grade
(Biatch)
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my niggas like, "Bitch, please, "