Gangsta Boo, Mia X, La Chat - Bitchy lyrics

The bitchy
The bitchy bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy
The bitchy bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy
The bitchy bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy bitchy bitchy you love to hate

I'm that bitch that got that?
Big ass money bags big ass on my back
You can call me Thundercat
The bitch that know that?
You be looking when I shine
All on TV with LaChat and
Mia on my super grind

Put me on that private jet
Other folks: what's that
DJ Paul showed y'all what it is
Now look at that
I ain't playing withcha hoes mane
And it's simple and plain
Most of y'all boys be lame
He done fucked up the game

Eat a girl cat or something
Pay a bitch bills yeah I got my own money
But I'd rather spend his

The bitchy
The bitchy bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy
The bitchy bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy
The bitchy bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy bitchy bitchy you love to hate

Let's go! Nigga why yo dick so small
You be pissing on your balls and all
Niggas your dick so small
Word is you can't stay hard at all
Steady popping bottles screaming "Nothing
Is a problem" living with yo mama
That's why you ain't got one
Get on your grown man, pull up your pants too
Smelling like a pound of weed
And a tennis shoe
We independent women standing on our own two
You can't sell us dreams
Show us whatcha gonna do
No pointless chit chatter
I came in here strictly
To let them niggas know that
I am the bitchy bitchy

The bitchy
The bitchy bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy
The bitchy bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy
The bitchy bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy bitchy bitchy you love to hate

Chat the bitchy bitchy love to hate
The bitch you niggas love to date
She'll fit that in that paper
What the fuck I wanna say
Suck my pussy for a pork chop, pork chop
Bitch ass bitch and I won't stop, won't stop

And I'm da bitchy none of
You hoes can take it, make you stick it
I'm Da Vinci
These niggas be mad that I used to
Fuck they dick and I'm so bitchy
I'll come to your house and
Feed you for your sticky i'm so ratchet
The second I meet your mama I be getting it
I'm so hood, I'm making yourself get you
I got that wood yeah I'm so hood
That pistol in my lap I
Wish a motherfucka would
I be hard up off they bitches
Even harder for my fitness
I'm in a bitch's body
Working hard just like you mean it

The bitchy
The bitchy bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy
The bitchy bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy
The bitchy bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy bitchy bitchy you love to hate