Chris Brown, Tyga - Bitches lyrics

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all
Bitches, all bitches, ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all
Bitches, all bitches, ah
(Hahaha, look)

Higher than the moon, nigga, what up?
I hear 'em wolfin', a nigga need to shut up
While I'm in the pussy
Face down and the butt up
You ain't shit to her and me
I'm just a fuck up
Fuck a hand shake, nigga, we ain't brothers
On that West side where they
Reppin' for they colors
Talkin' big shit 'cause my dick
Will make you stutter
All up in your face like it's butter, nutter
Right now, make her scream my name and
Pipe her right down
Nasty on the dick, bitch
Give a nigga a wipe down
Twenty four inches, I'm rollin' on chrome
My niggas are smokin' on that loud
Bitches try to flaunt, huh
I'ma blow they back out
I ain't thinkin' 'bout a nigga, walk past you
Bitch stole my blunt and said
She like my tattoos
I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo
But when she drop it on that dick
She a damn fool

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all
Bitches, all bitches, ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all
Bitches, all bitches, ah
All these bitches
I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches
I don't wanna see no niggas
Really, really though, all these bitches
I don't want no niggas
'Cause the real niggas posted
Up already with us (Huh, yeah)

It's a habit, in the club, bottle magic
Fuckin' with these ratchets, no purses
They got baskets
It's a hand out, these bitches high fienin'
Guess they addicts
And I ask them, "Are you in like Patrick?"
Playin' with the pussy like it's Madden
Fire like a dragon the one say she like me
Then they all bandwagon
Cheerleadin' ass hoes
But they pretty like a pageant
She said she'd let me cut, I got to stab it
For real though

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all
Bitches, all bitches, ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all
Bitches, all bitches, ah
All these bitches
I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches
I don't wanna see no niggas
Really, really though, all these bitches
I don't want no niggas
'Cause the real niggas posted
Up already with us

Ha! Audemars, big bitch, big tipper
Supperclub, 20, 000 for the liquor
See the bitch I'm with, prolly never get her
No comp' bottles, they for broke niggas
Been the corner posted up with the dome giver
Money flowin' like wet pussy
That's a long river
So you got your bitch on lock, I slim jim her
It's that time of the month, fucktember
All my niggas got a bottle
With a blunt lit up
'Fore you cup up, throw your set up
Hop in this bitch 'til the club lights lit up
Leave with her, big spender, a bitch shut up
(Ha)
T-Killa illuminati all through your body
She blow me like a twelve gauge, shawty
You feel me pull up in the 'rari
The fucking life of the party
I'm gettin' hoes regardless, before
This rap shit, i'm honest

I don't need no niggas in my section (Ha)
All bitches, all bitches, all
Bitches, all bitches, ah
(yeah) i don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all
Bitches, all bitches, ah
All these bitches
I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches
I don't wanna see no niggas
Really, really though, all these bitches
I don't want no niggas
'Cause the real niggas posted
Up already with us