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TYGA lyrics : "bitches aint shit"

(chorus)
(*##$es aint %#@! but hoes n tricks
b-b-(*##$es aint %#@! but hoes n tricks

(*##$es aint %#@! but hoes n tricks
b-b-b-b-(*##$es aint %#@! but hoes and tricks
(*##$es aint %#@! but hoes n tricks (x5)


(yg verse)...
got this (*##$ name tara she let me $#&@ her in the car

like Kim Kardashian she wanna be star
got this (*##$ named Brittany with big $$# !@%$
but (*##$es aint %#@! cuz (*##$es act mickey(huh)

got a main (*##$ but i dont need herr
err' time we $#&@ i gotta pop a bean first
hit the purp then eat that #~!!@ for desert!

it gets worst just watch when she swirts
I got a (*##$ who act sididdy she live in the sixes
every time she hear i got a new (*##$ she say she miss me

imma thug out this club n she stay up in the jungles
err' time we go to crenshaw mall she have a rumble
got this (*##$ in the hoovers i dont wanna lose her

ass so phat to measure it i need a ruler
got this bad (*##$ that go to north ridge
she always wear gucci but she cant afford it


(chorus)


(tyga verse)...
take a (*##$ life, now its my life
need a (*##$ that could $#&@, cook, clean right

turn a (*##$ out make her lick twice
yeah she eat #~!!@ but she don't $#&@ dikes


laid in the middle two miller lights
straight kill a (*##$ pop rock lil sprite
bam bam lil chubby $$# curvy car

tell a (*##$ twinkle, twinkle come meet a star
i dont owe them, no lamar
kind of money make her come outta leotard

im in this (*##$ like my dick hard
and i shuffle money like playing cards(huh)
yg tell them (*##$es wassup, they ready to cut no links in my suit

we dont cuff'em, straight duck'em like donald quack quck
i dont even know the sound them (*##$es make cuz..


(chorus)

(nippsey hustle verse)...

i like (*##$es thats light skin
with a whole lot of $$# and get right wid it
off a pill i could prolly make her like (*##$es

lick licky like a lolly till its like liquid
these hoochies always talkin' bout where my dick is
but if its not in your mouth then get out my business

a ^!$$% real rachet i aint right for %#@!
known to $#&@ and cut her off, light switches
(huh)now what i get, money (*##$

you look good but to me you just a bummy (*##$
and the funny %#@! is you know my other (*##$!
met me through her on some undercover lover %#@!

god daum aint that yo home girl!?
these scandals (*##$es be living in a cold world
thats why i flip'em, flip'em like a zone girl

and err' week i change the number to my phone cuz...

(chorus)

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