CHRIS BROWN lyrics : "Bitches"
All (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es ah
I don't need no ^!$$%s in my section
All (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es ah
Higher than the moon, ^!$$% what up
They ain't worth it, ^!$$% need to shut up
Fallin in the #~!!@, face down in the buttuck
It ain't %#@! to her, me im just a $#&@ up
$#&@ a hand shake ^!$$% we ain't brothers
On that West side where they reppin for they colors
If you talking big %#@!, then my dick will make you stutter
All up in your face like its (...)
Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down
Nasty I'm a king (*##$, give a ^!$$% a wipedown
Twenty four (*##$es, I'm rolling on chrome
My ^!$$%s are smoking on that loud
(*##$ try to flunt, Imma blow your back out
I ain't thinking bout a ^!$$% that walk past you
(*##$ stole my blunt and said she love my tatoos
I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo
But when she driving on that dick she a damn fool
I don't need no ^!$$%s in my section
All (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es ah
I don't need no ^!$$%s in my section
All (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es ah
All these (*##$es I don't wanna see no ^!$$%s
All these (*##$es I don't wanna see no ^!$$%s
Really really though, I don't wanna see no ^!$$%s
All the real real ^!$$%s that pour %#@! up already with us
It's a habit, in the club bottle magic
$#&@ing with these ratchets no purses they got baskets
Its a hand out, (*##$es(...)guess they addicts
And I ask them are you in like Patrick
Playing with the #~!!@ like it's madden
Fire like a dragon
One say she like me then they all bandwagon
Been leadin as hoes, but they pretty like a pageant
She said she'd let me cut, I had to stab it, fo real though
I don't need no ^!$$%s in my section
All (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es ah
I don't need no ^!$$%s in my section
All (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es ah
All these (*##$es I don't wanna see no ^!$$%s
All these (*##$es I don't wanna see no ^!$$%s
Really really though, I don't wanna see no ^!$$%s
All the real real ^!$$%s that pour %#@! up already with us
Audemar, big (*##$, big (*##$, big tipper
Supper club, 20,000 for the liquor
You see the (*##$ I'm with, you'll probably never get her
Never cop bottles, with broke ^!$$%s
In the corner, post it up(or pour %#@! up), what the dome give her
Money flowin like a wet #~!!@, thats a long river
So you got your (*##$ on lock, I'll slim jim her
It's that time of the month $#&@ timber
All my ^!$$%s got a bottle with a blunt lit up
Before you pop up, throw your set up
(hop in this (*##$, lights lit up?), leave with her, a big spender, ((*##$ shut up?)
(...)Illuminati all through your body
She blow me like a twelve gang shawty you feel me
Pull up in the 'rari, the $#&@in life of the party
I'm getting hoes regardless
Before this rap %#@!, I'm honest
I don't need no ^!$$%s in my section
All (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es ah
I don't need no ^!$$%s in my section
All (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es, all (*##$es ah
All these (*##$es I don't wanna see no ^!$$%s
All these (*##$es I don't wanna see no ^!$$%s
Really really though, I don't wanna see no ^!$$%s
All the real real ^!$$%s that pour %#@! up already with us
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