Lookin Ass b*tches lyrics

Lookin' ass b*tches, b*tches
Lookin' ass b*tches, b*tches
These lookin' ass b*tches, b*tches
Lookin' ass b*tches

Look at y'all pathetic ass b*tches
For the child support keep gettin' pregnant-ass b*tches
b*tches, lookin' ass b*tches
b*tches, these lookin-ass b*tches
Man I ain't even lookin' at b*tches
Rockin' the fake mink, stink pus*y-ass b*tches
b*tches, lookin' ass b*tches
b*tches, these lookin' ass b*tches
I hate y'all bummy ass b*tches
No job, never got no money ass b*tches
Fake model ass b*tches
A f*ck in the club bathroom to get a bottle ass b*tches
Thirsty to lick di*k, then swallow ass b*tches
Liking all my pictures to get a follow ass b*tches
Tryna get they groove on b*tches
Going out with they girlfriend's shoes on b*tches
SSI check b*tches
Red bottoms on, living in the projects b*tches
Poor ass b*tches
To get a outfit they go and steal it from the store ass b*tches
They whore ass b*tches
Coming out they panties to get a mani and pedicure ass b*tches
Down to they last ass b*tches
Lying saying they pregnant to get abortion cash ass b*tches
Credit card scam ass b*tches
Puttin' twerk videos on Instagram ass b*tches
Can't keep a man ass b*tches
But always f*ckin' with another b*tch man ass b*tches
Bus shop b*tches, frontin' like they touch guap b*tches
But standing at the bus stop b*tches
Take off they clothes, make they butt pop b*tches
Poppin' coochie in the crime b*tch, do it for the Vine
Do it for the Vine (nah, I ain't gone do it)
Do it for the Vine (nah, I ain't gone do it)
Fine, yeah you goofy lil' b*tch
Stop wearing all that fake Gucci lil' b*tch
Yo I know you wish you could screw me lil' b*tch
But you couldn't pay me to hit that coochie lil' b*tch
Yo, that weave on your head wack
And you should stop f*cking n*ggas in the crib where yo kids at
Ya'll some triflin' b*tches
Yeah, but I'm here to enlighten you b*tches
So I hope you get the message, mail room
Cause you a mess so I'm hoping you checkin' yo' mail soon
There's eight of ya'll up in one hotel room
How you got dumb bread
Four of y'all in one bed
Stop, you ain't Kanye fiancee
You not Nicki, Rihanna, Beyonce
You will never be none of them, you under them
They wouldn't even speak if you was standing right in front of them
Yo, yo, I was in the studio cookin' crack
My bro said "yo, listen to this Nicki rap"
So I listened to the Nicki track
Then said "damn, pull that sh*t that you just played from Nicki back"
Cause that lookin' ass n*gga track (facts)
Ain't hard to find where them lookin' ass n*ggas at
But there's some lookin' ass b*tches too (true)
A whole lotta chicks do the same sh*t them n*ggas do
So I had to give the streets this
I know the goons gon' tweet this soon as I release this
Yo, you need to get yo' teeth fixed (freak b*tch)
And you ain't gotta sleep with every n*gga you meet b*tch
Yeah, f*ck y'all trick b*tches sharing, wearing the same lipstick b*tches
Photoshop Twitpic b*tches
Oh I know you ain't worth cake cause ya purse fake (wait)
The jewellery is not real
You got bills you can't pay praying yo' baby pop will
You need a bath and a hot meal
And some mouthwash cause yo' breath smellin' like c*ck still
I had to come at them
Cause I got 99 problems and a lookin' ass b*tch one of 'em
I'm done with 'em