F*ck a B*tch (Explicit) 歌詞
F*ck a B*tch (Explicit) - The Game/Nipsey Hussle/Elijah Black/Joe Moses
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
Naw I ain't on sucka sh*t
Pull up to ya mama house yellin' out F**k a b**ch
Who you think you F**kin' with
All these hoes with me but you can have em
Cuff a b**ch pull up in some other sh*t
Not that my other sh*t
This my bread and butter
Peanut butter guts in the whip
Project dirty got the pyrex burning
Totin' iron moving birdies
I'm a rich a** burglar
Don't get yo b**ch a** murdered
I'm from compton hub city
Got my thugs with me got my bloods with me
Maserati do a buck fitty
I fear no n**ga I trust no b**ch
And these pretty bad broads be all on my dick
Got this amaretto make sure it don't drip
See I fear no n**ga I trust no b**ch
I don't trust no b**ch real n**gas be like
F**k a b**ch f**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch f**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch f**k a b**ch
No f**k a b**ch
Never on no sucka sh*t
Always on some money motivated nipsey hule sh*t
Pass on go fast on
Pull out benz coupes and count cash on
Hoggy with me if I point he gon' blast on
Drop racks on a case that's a gag order
Tough talk turn to sad stories
F**k a b**ch if he die that's too bad for it
F**k a b**ch I'm too fly I'm a asshole
I'm a bougie a** n**ga with these fast hoes
I got stripes and stamps on my passport
You got life F**ked up so yo a** broke
I be in some new sh*t
Hundred thousand plus coupe sh*t
VIP rose bull sh*t
B**ch 'fore you hit my bottle who is you with
I fear no n**ga I trust no b**ch
And these pretty bad broads be all on my dick
Got this amaretto make sure it don't drip
See I fear no n**ga I trust no b**ch
I don't trust no b**ch real n**gas be like
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a basketball wife and bet I didn't say nothin'
Put a k up on a n**ga bet he won't bang nothin'
Bought a roley for the homie blood sweat and he pimpin'
Red bottoms cost a church sh*t I swear that I'm christian
I'm a all on a b**ch rain hail snow
And if I ever love a b**ch I'm like hell no
Well maybe at the supper club we will see you
We had to nickname this model b**ch pu
I'm the man in the city ap's and gold bottles
9 out of 10 she suck and she gon' swallow
9 out of 10 she lookin' for ball players
I'm a pimp about mine giuseppe's don't do gators
Weave to your knees believing you too on
F**kin' for a sip in the club you too wrong
Game called the n**ga I'm like what's the deal
He like F**k a b**ch n**ga I'm like yeah it's trill
I fear no n**ga I trust no b**ch
And these pretty bad broads be all on my dick
Got this amaretto make sure it don't drip
See I fear no n**ga I trust no b**ch
I don't trust no b**ch real n**gas be like
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch
F**k a b**ch