Lil B - Domestic Violence Case lyrics

Nigga like me
I ain't give a fuck about these hoes
You feelin' me, like I said
They tryin' to child support me
That hoe gon get it, you, nah, sayin'
Yeah, I beat up on bitches
You know what I'm sayin'
You pussy ass niggas, yeah

Yea, beating up on bitches
We on the same page
Domestic violence case in front of my friends
Child support me, I must be a chicken
Fuck off
This is MMA 'cause I love slappin' bitches
Ride around town with that goddamn bitch
Bitch, why you likin' that
Nigga pictures on Instagram, bitch?
Bae, who you hanging out with?
And who's that nigga in the picture with you
Who's that? Bae, I'ma beat you up
'cause I'm fucking jealous (bitch)
Yo, I'm down for them numbers
I'm down for the smother love to flex under
Put hands on that bitch
I put hands on bitches i might do numbers
I pulled back out the hummer
Child support, you gon to die
I might sell on thirty
I came back loaded, double up numbers
I'm doing fuckin' numbers
Do I look like a runner?
Flexing baby, hummer
I might be doing numbers
You feelin' me, yeah, real
I fire on that bitch
Fuck over for the money
I rob you for some shit
You crackers, this is a link
Y'all niggas is bitches
I ain't even playing chess, dumb bitch
Fuck, I ride up on niggas solo
Who you fucking with?
I don't give a shit, you niggas sound gay
And you niggas style stupid
Braggin' on young niggas and shit
I handle business my self I do that, I
Put that last for myself, straight G
Moving brinks and peas
Trying to get the line on
Everything that you need
I got door knobs and I got keys
But all this shit is make believe
Lil B, you know what I'm saying, son
Plenty of ya'll need to get knocked out
You feelin' me?
And you just groupie ass bitches
That want to come around
For some cheques or some file shit
Don't come up over here if you want
To get choked the fuck out
You know we treat hoes like niggas equal
We ain't havin' that
Don't be worried about him
You pull up on the bitch
Why you worried about him?
Beating up on him that nigga
You know what I'm saying?
We all equals, you feelin' me
I choke that bitch out
Just like how I choke out one
Of you niggas, you, nah, i'm saying
Knocking hoes out, thugs got pissed off and
Feelin that's what time it is
These fake ass bitches gettin' it
We ain't playin with them
You know mean as long as the
Bitches ain't doing nothing to me
I ain't doing nothing for none of them
Thugs got pissed off, you feelin' me?
It's your boy Lil Boss
It's your boy Lil Boss
Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, these hoes
These hoes can get it, man
And all these punk ass bitches
Yak know am saying you see
Me on Instagram and shit
Trying to find all niggas
I just about that bitch
But I'ma tell you, hoe
Don't play around with me like that
Bitch, don't try to feel me, play
With my feelings and shit, hoe
Put your face in the fucking wall, bitch
You nah am saying thug got pissed off, man
Don't play them child support
Games neither, man
Bitch tryin' to put the kid in the middle
Of something you know what am saying
This is how you end up been missing, hoe
You know what I mean, yeah
She better not get me pissed off
Fuck her, fuck 'em for life
Fuck these bitch ass hoes
Fuck these fake-ass bitches
You niggas cryin' over a bitch
All my fucking niggas
You want to hit a bitch
Captain, save a hoe ass nigga