Moneybagg Yo – Bitch Lyrics

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    "Bitch." - Moneybagg Yo

    Album: Time Served (Deluxe)
    Track No: 17
    (DMac, pop your shit, DMac, pop your shit, yeah) Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy
    You know me, I play it raw
    Hold up, go
    These bitches dramatic, she got two **** tatted (How?)
    Her **** and her side **** cool, hoes be savage (Whoa)
    First, she want you, then she don't, you know these bitches bipolar
    Probably had her after I did, so you got the leftovers (Been off it)
    Laid up with her one night and she showed me dude's texts (Said what?)
    Speakin' on my name and he slick be sendin' threats
    Left his ass and upgraded with me, he fucked up about that (Ha)
    **** rookies, I'm a vet, I ain't nothin' like the rest
    Who I be? Big Bagg, rippin' off Louis tags (Bagg)
    Pull her hair when I smash, smackin' her on her ass (Ugh)
    They go trapper to trapper, rapper to rapper for the bag
    Hoes ain't shit just like us ****, so you can't really be mad
    Talk of the town, they say I got community dick
    But really I don't, they just wanna fuck and I won't, what? (Nope)
    Yeah, bitch
    Yeah, for sure
    Hey, hey
    Whoa, whoa
    Can't believe some of you **** still ain't learned your lesson (No)
    How you 'posed to be so gangster, but the ho got you stressin'? (Huh?)
    She be showin' you who she is, you in denial, still guessin'
    Look at who she be around, all them hoes real messy
    Man, shit got ugly yesterday, I must let you know (Put shit down)
    I had got up with this lil' bitch I just met at the store (Freaky lil' ho)
    Playin' lame, actin' like she never done this before (Think I'm slow)
    It ain't even been ten minutes and my dick in her throat (Ugh)
    Gettin' ready to go (On the way out)
    Her **** at the door (I'm lookin', I'm clutchin')
    Don't wanna get shot (Your best bet)
    Take it up with the ho (Get some control)
    A bitch gon' do whatever a **** allow her to do (Fact)
    Club hop, pussy pop, then come lay up with you, what?
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    And that's really how it go, I'ma tell it how it is
    You know me, I play it raw
    I don't speak on nothin' I saw

    Writer(s): Demario White & Dyllan McKinney.

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