f*ck a b*tch lyrics

by

Swizz Beatz


[Chorus: The Game]
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
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f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch

[Verse 1: The Game & Elijah Blake]
Naw, I ain't on sucka sh*t
Pull up to ya mama house yellin' out (f*ck a b*tch)
Who you think you f*ckin' with?
All these hoes with me but you can have 'em
I don't cuff a b*tch, pull up in some other sh*t
Not that sh*t, my other sh*t
This my bread and butter
Peanut butter guts in the whip
Project dirty got the Pyrex burnin'
Totin' iron movin' birdies
I'm a rich ass burglar
Don't get yo b*tch ass murdered
I'm from Compton, hub city
Got my thugs with me, got my bloods with me
Maserati do a buck fitty
[Bridge: Elijah Blake]
I fear no n*gga, I trust no b*tch
And these pretty bad broads be all on my di*k
Got this Amaretto make sure it don't drip
See, I fear no n*gga, I trust no b*tch
I don't trust no b*tch, real n*ggas be like

[Chorus: The Game]
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, f*ck a b*tch, never on no sucka sh*t
Always on some money motivated Nipsey Hussle sh*t
Pass on her, go fast on her
Pull out Benz coupes and count cash on her
Hoggy with me if I point he gon' blast on 'em
Drop racks on a case, that's a gag order
Tough talk turn to sad stories
f*ck a b*tch, if he die that's too bad for it
f*ck a b*tch, I'm too fly, I'm a as*h*le
I'm a bougie ass n*gga with these fast hoes
I got stripes and stamps on my passport
You got life f*cked up so yo ass broke
I be in some new sh*t
Hundred thousand plus coupe sh*t
V.I.P Rose bull sh*t
b*tch, 'fore you hit my bottle, who is you with?
[Bridge: Elijah Blake]
I fear no n*gga, I trust no b*tch
And these pretty bad broads be all on my di*k
Got this Amaretto make sure it don't drip
See, I fear no n*gga, I trust no b*tch
I don't trust no b*tch, real n*ggas be like

[Chorus: The Game]
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch

[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
f*ck a basketball wife and bet I didn't say nothin'
Put a K up on a n*gga, bet he won't bang nothin'
Bought a Roley for the homie, blood swear that he pimpin'
Red bottoms cost a church, sh*t, I swear that I’m Christian
I’m a all on a b*tch, rain, hail, snow
And if I ever love a b*tch, I'm like, "Hell no"
Well maybe at the Supperclub, we was TU
We had to nickname this model b*tch PU
I'm the man in the city, AP's and gold bottles
9 out of 10, she suck and she gon' swallow
9 out of 10, she lookin' for ball players
I’m a pimp about mine, Giuseppe’s don’t do gators
Weave to your knees believin' you too on
f*ckin' for a sip in the club, you too wrong
Game called the n*gga, I'm like, "What's the deal?"
He like, "f*ck a b*tch n*gga," I'm like, "Yeah, it's trill"
[Bridge: Elijah Blake]
I fear no n*gga, I trust no b*tch
And these pretty bad broads be all on my di*k
Got this Amaretto make sure it don't drip
See, I fear no n*gga, I trust no b*tch
I don't trust no b*tch, real n*ggas be like

[Chorus: The Game]
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
f*ck a b*tch
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