Take Your b*tch lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd]
Livin' my life, got no hard feelings oh
In love with the game, so tell these n*ggas don't worry me
Work so hard, now I'm doin' my thing
Burnin' on the block to the 3rd degree
You know, they so lame
Mad cuz they girlfriend heard of me
Better stay in they lane
Before I take that girl like burglary
Cuttin' thru the check like surgery
And these n*ggas lyin', that's perjury
I pray a pus*y n*gga don't murder me
And if he do then I probably got his girl with me, but like

[Hook: Lloyd]
She been rollin' in my Benz
Bad girl and her friends
Why you over there lonely
Ridin' with my top down
A young n*gga hot now
And you still hatin' on me
Just for that Imma take your b*tch
Just for that Imma take your b*tch
Just for that Imma take your b*tch
Just for that Imma take your b*tch
And you can't do sh*t bout it n*gga
And you can't do sh*t bout it n*gga
And you can't do sh*t bout it n*gga
You gon be sick bout it n*gga
My n*gga
[Verse 2: Bizzy Crook & Lloyd]
Look, okay so lately I've been f*ckin' like I'm out for revenge
Its hard to slap a five
Because her ass is a ten
And every time I scoop her
She never bring her dude up
The head will probably get
All-star goosebumps
I'm standin' on these couches still like
f*ck them n*ggas
Cuz f*ck n*gga's b*tches always f*ckin' other n*ggas
Purple Rain on replay
Ridin' thru my city
Like the brand new prince n*gga
Its two types of lighskin n*ggas man
Its [?] n*gga
And you JJ Fish n*ggas
And I still hit my ex
But I don't ever rush the process
I learned that from [?]
He said you gon do this sh*t
Big time, long time
I been waitin' for this sh*t
Long time
Tearin' down [?] in the club
Whats ya drink
I don't ever bring a dolla
I just roll up at the bank
But I swear I make it rain every time
You could ask [?]
I'm lyin'
I threw so much on it she quit already
But I hit her on the proper line
Heard that was your tip
And you slip, boy that pus*y wet
Boy that's what you get
[Hook: Lloyd]
She been rollin' in my Benz
Bad girl and her friends
Why you over there lonely
Ridin' with my top down
A young n*gga hot now
And you still hatin' on me
Just for that Imma take your b*tch
Just for that Imma take your b*tch
Just for that Imma take your b*tch
Just for that Imma take your b*tch
And you can't do sh*t bout it n*gga
And you can't do sh*t bout it n*gga
And you can't do sh*t bout it n*gga
You gon be sick bout it n*gga
My n*gga

[Verse 2: Bizzy Crook & Lloyd]
That good pus*y got a n*gga sayin'
f*ck the club
I made her pus*y wet
Surfboard, f*ck a tub
Don't know if I love f*ckin'
Now I'm in f*ckin' love
She see my new b*tch
And text me that I'm f*ckin' up
We been done long time ago
Girl its been your time to go
Hoes say we don't spend no time
We ain't got no time for those
I, I, I told em' I was next so
What you need
I got it all on deck
f*ck that n*gga, he pus*y than a b*tch
They ain't rappers
No hard feelings for this sh*t, nah
I been gettin' pus*y like I'm gettin' dough
And I just hit the road for 30 shows
Ballin' with my brothers like the Morris brothers
How you think our b*tches know each other
Damn girl, and you deserve a break
And only time he ballin' is 2K so go f*ck him
You & me
[Hook: Lloyd]
She been rollin' in my Benz
Bad girl and her friends
Why you over there lonely
Ridin' with my top down
A young n*gga hot now
And you still hatin' on me
Just for that Imma take your b*tch
Just for that Imma take your b*tch
Just for that Imma take your b*tch
Just for that Imma take your b*tch
And you can't do sh*t bout it n*gga
And you can't do sh*t bout it n*gga
And you can't do sh*t bout it n*gga
You gon be sick bout it n*gga
My n*gga

[Outro: Lloyd]
Got no hard feelings
Oh




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