Honey C, Snow Tha Product - BTCHSM lyrics
Snow Tha Product [Claudia Alexandra Madriz Meza] San José, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Honey C, Snow Tha Product - BTCHSM lyrics]
Oh you drink a lot? (bitch same)
Tryna smoke some more? (Bitch same)
But why the hell you broke as fuck
(what a shame) you ain't 'bout shit
Don't ever think we are the same
We are not the same, bitch no
I don't do it for the fame, bitch no
Gotta hit it then I lane switch, go
And I got the right game, bitch flow
My main's one that I came with ho
My language though
Shout out make a sound with you
We are not friends, there is nothing coming
Your mantle is weak, frame full of ramen
Only stupid bitches never eat their almonds
Your bae lookin' basic
And mine lookin' foreign
Turn your bitch a Rita Ora when we touring
Fuck it call her Rita Ora when we touring
Damn, pull up to Miami just to tan dog
13 night stop, going HAM dog
My money up, even of the plant falls
I'm original, your a motherfuckin' sample
Bitch you could drink Hen like me
Try and do everything like me
But, I only hit the club for high fees
And your pockets hella stressing
Better try some tai chi
Cause we are not the same bitch, uh uh
I be doing shit to leave
Your dust ass bog eyed
Fuck outta here with all that
Bullshit you talk about
You owe some payments
Whatever it is your tryna be
Uh nope you ain't it
And if you mad that I be winning
Man I hope you stay pissed
Bro your kids stay dirty
So I know you ain't shit
Cause you a bum, you a bum, you a bum
I heard I can hire you
For some Xannys and bubblegum
I'm from killer California still got
My connects in Texas
Get confronted by some Mexicans in
Case they catch you flexin'
I be getting all the bread
My bank on continental breakfast
Me and Honey getting money
That's assured you second guessing bitch
Tryna smoke some more? (Bitch same)
But why the hell you broke as fuck
(what a shame) you ain't 'bout shit
Don't ever think we are the same
We are not the same, bitch no
I don't do it for the fame, bitch no
Gotta hit it then I lane switch, go
And I got the right game, bitch flow
My main's one that I came with ho
My language though
Shout out make a sound with you
We are not friends, there is nothing coming
Your mantle is weak, frame full of ramen
Only stupid bitches never eat their almonds
Your bae lookin' basic
And mine lookin' foreign
Turn your bitch a Rita Ora when we touring
Fuck it call her Rita Ora when we touring
Damn, pull up to Miami just to tan dog
13 night stop, going HAM dog
My money up, even of the plant falls
I'm original, your a motherfuckin' sample
Bitch you could drink Hen like me
Try and do everything like me
But, I only hit the club for high fees
And your pockets hella stressing
Better try some tai chi
Cause we are not the same bitch, uh uh
I be doing shit to leave
Your dust ass bog eyed
Fuck outta here with all that
Bullshit you talk about
You owe some payments
Whatever it is your tryna be
Uh nope you ain't it
And if you mad that I be winning
Man I hope you stay pissed
Bro your kids stay dirty
So I know you ain't shit
Cause you a bum, you a bum, you a bum
I heard I can hire you
For some Xannys and bubblegum
I'm from killer California still got
My connects in Texas
Get confronted by some Mexicans in
Case they catch you flexin'
I be getting all the bread
My bank on continental breakfast
Me and Honey getting money
That's assured you second guessing bitch