Rich Homie Quan, Young Thug - Bitches lyrics

[Rich Homie Quan, Young Thug - Bitches lyrics]

Yeah (What?) rich…Homie…Quan
(Thugger what?! What?)

My car goes faster than yours lil'
Nigga damn right I know it (SWOO)
My bitch she badder than yours hell
Yea young nigga I know it (Main bitch)
My clique gon' fuck, she fuck you up
Yea nigga I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh)
Yo baby momma get fucked by me
My nigga I know it
But I like (Bitches) bitches
(Bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa
(Bitches) bitches (bitches) bitches
(bitches) whoa (Bitches, bitches)
What you like? (Bitches) i like (Bitches)
I fuck (Bitches)
I can't trust these (Bitches)

Bitch ass hoes
Every thing a nigga say should be quoted
Get between the lines like a Roly Poly
Rich Homie Quan attracted the
Green like he's molded

Got a hunna thou in the top room
Nigga I ain't playing bout money
My nigga no more
Say she wanna feature, what's ya budget?
Bad bitches can't stop it can't stop it
(Whoo) mC Hammer can't touch 'em
(can't touch 'em, can't touch 'em)
Catch a nigga sleepin' in the porta-potty and
Run up on 'em then buss 'em
But I ain't tryna get in no trouble
You can ask thugger

I ain't worry bout nothin'
I ain't worry bout jack
Got a hunna bloods with me
All 'em screaming "Ratta tat tat"
Money bout longer than a 'Lac
Young stoner life, nigga YSL
Three hoes, call me Quan ills
On the way to heaven, we raise hell

My car goes faster than yours lil'
Nigga damn right I know it (SWOO)
My bitch she badder than yours hell
Yea young nigga I know it (Main bitch)
My clique gon' fuck, she fuck you up
Yea nigga I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh)
Yo baby momma get fucked by me
My nigga I know it
But I like (Bitches) bitches
(Bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa
(Bitches) bitches (bitches) bitches
(bitches) whoa (Bitches, bitches)
What you like? (Bitches) i like (Bitches)
I fuck (Bitches)
I can't trust these (Bitches)

Lame ass niggas (lame-o's)
Try'na act cool, it's a shame on these niggas
Times two in this bitch, with this dick
You took her on a date but
I left with this bitch
Cook it in your face like a chef in
This bitch, yea chef in this bitch, bitch

Cook it, Lil' B voice juug it, Deebo voice
Pussy niggas, feed me more
I got birds like B-More
I got your main bitch and she flex
On my wood like a carpenter
If the bitch start trippin'
I'm Dwight Howard with it
IPhone, yea I'm blocking her!

Hunnid thousand dollars in so
A nigga gettin' paid
Spend 55 thousand dollar on a bar
But I still can't sleep
I say she love me, I love her
I call her babe
Feel like money paid for a nigga
I'm feelin' like ayyee!

My car goes faster than yours lil'
Nigga damn right I know it (SWOO)
My bitch she badder than yours hell
Yea young nigga I know it (Main bitch)
My clique gon' fuck, she fuck you up
Yea nigga I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh)
Yo baby momma get fucked by me
My nigga I know it
But I like (Bitches) bitches
(Bitches) bitches (bitches) whoa
(Bitches) bitches (bitches) bitches
(bitches) whoa (Bitches, bitches)
What you like? (Bitches) i like (Bitches)
I fuck (Bitches)
I can't trust these (Bitches)

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