Lyrics

(Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah) (Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah) (Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah) (Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah) Turn hella heads when we walk in Know she see me online, I'm ballin' Had to tell my ex-bitch, "Stop callin'" Already know you want me, stop talkin' All these hoes wanna taste Bump my music on replay All these hoes wanna taste Hit my line like everyday I seen her movin', how she do it? Rock your body, get into it I seen her movin', how she do it? Rock your body, get into it I seen her movin', how she do it? Rock your body, get into it I seen her movin', how she do it? Rock your body, get into it Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Hoe, get out my face Busy fuckin' up the place Everybody know the name They see us walk in, want a taste Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Hoe, get out my face Busy fuckin' up the place Everybody know the name They see us walk in, want a taste B2K, I hit a bump, bump, bump Suckin' that dick like, "Uh-uh-uh" Twenty-six wrapped up in the tru-u-unk You could packed, tryna f-u-uck Where the Grey Goose? Tryna get dru-u-unk Heard your mixtape and it stu-u-unk Tryna get slammed, hit a d-u-unk When I get fucked, I be screamin', "Yuh-uh-uh!" Bitches so mad that I came right back Why they act hard when they ain't like that? Why they wanna scrap? Like, I ain't fight back It's two small titties and a baseball bat And I hit like smack, spit like crack In the hotel, tryna split my back JC Penney, tryna rip the tag And I ain't a hot knife, bitch, I can't split the bag Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Hoe, get out my face Busy fuckin' up the place Everybody know the name They see us walk in, want a taste Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah Hoe, get out my face Busy fuckin' up the place Everybody know the name They see us walk in, want a taste
Writer(s): Ayesha Auciello, Mateusz Haczynski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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