b*tches Say Anything lyrics

[Intro]
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You lil b*tch
She gon f*ck it up
b*tch do yo thing, I ain't even tripping off you blood
Aye aye, n*gga, booling with the thugs
(It's the gang)

[Chorus]
I can't worry about no fagget hoe n*gga
Ooh-wee, aye aye unless she go n*gga
sh*t she ain't talking about nun I'm with the bros n*gga
Aye aye, ooh-wee, hang up the phone
I can't worry about no fagget hoe n*gga
Ooh-wee, aye aye unless she go n*gga
sh*t she ain't talking about nun I'm with the bros n*gga
Aye aye, ooh-wee, hang up the phone

[Verse]
Aye aye, if you in the field then we gon know about it
Ooh-wee, I f*cked my b*tch friend, but she don't know about it
And this my cousin's b*tch, you ain't the owner, you ain't got the title
Aye aye, you know these lil b*tches just a pass-around
Lame-ass nobody b*tch on the gram tryna clown
Swear she getting bands tho, b*tch cut it out
b*tch you hella lame, hella broke at ya momma house
Some ain't adding up, you hard to figure out
(She like you got me f*cked up Slo-Be
What you talking bout?
Lame ass n*gga, you prolly at yo baby momma house
You ain't with the P sh*t, n*gga you in it for the clout
Made me pay you, but you f*cking with that b*tch wow)
I just upped ten bands on her, like f*ck you talking bout?
And I made this on my own, b*tch watch yo mouth
Cause you ain't making sh*t b*tch, you just talking loud
b*tch shut the f*ck up, you love this dirty di*k
(Yeah yeah n*gga, okay, but you ain't sh*t
Talking bout bands first, but you let me hit
How do I not know you doing it with the next b*tch
Oh you can't hear me now, lemme say it again
Yeah yeah n*gga, okay, but you ain't sh*t
Talking bout bands first, but you let me hit
How do I not know you doing it with the next b*tch
n*ggas foul)
Wait a minute, fix yo face b*tch
Aye aye, b*tch hella happy that she got hit
Cause she want the credit for it, yeah you lucky b*tch
Can't take your ass serious tho, girl you ain't got sh*t
I done got the cash first, because you not sh*t
Ooh-wee, aye aye, you ain't gon be nun
f*cking with the next b*tch, she bringing back some
Aye aye, lil n*gga I can't relax nun
Ooh-wee, b*tch you just mad ion need you
(Slo-Be f*ck you n*gga, f*ck you Slo-Be
I hate yo f*cking guts n*gga
All you do is play with our motherf*cking heart n*gga
Yeah n*gga, ima everybody you ain't no motherf*cking P n*gga
You still prolly living at yo baby momma house n*gga
You ain't sh*t n*gga, yeah n*gga, I'm finna pay yo homeboy n*gga
Yeah n*gga, yeah n*gga, all that motherf*cker
You not finna play me and have multiple hoes n*gga
You got me f*cked up n*gga
Yeah, on yo hood n*gga, on 2One)