My b*tch lyrics

by

Wale


My b*tch, your b*tch

[Verse 1]
My b*tch got the tendency to put it on the scale
Your b*tch got the tendency to run and check the mail
My b*tch kind of pretty and her swag is super-mean
Your b*tch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans
My b*tch on the come-up while your b*tch is going broke
Your b*tch, she ain't laughing, but my b*tch thinks it's a joke
Your b*tch like to suck a n*gga up until she choke
My b*tch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke
My girl finished high school and she got her a degree
Your b*tch trying hard so she could get her GED
See, my b*tch got that attitude to f*ck a n*gga right
Your b*tch just ain't full of you, she just might be a dyke
See, my b*tch is imported - she came from overseas
Your b*tch is a hood b*tch you can find up in these streets
And your b*tch is the type of b*tch that n*ggas call a ho
And my b*tch is the type of b*tch that's all about that dough

I'm talking about..

[Hook]
My b*tch, your b*tch

[Verse 2]
My b*tch like to get it in, we be counting guap
Your b*tch looking messy like she smoking rocks
My b*tch she be elegant, she be turning heads
Your b*tch, she ugly, I kick her out the bed
My b*tch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
Your b*tch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees
Your b*tch dumb as hell, I think she did it all for free!
My b*tch roll the kush: we smoking Japanese
My b*tch: she educated, walking college grounds
Your b*tch selling bootlegs down at the underground
My b*tch a lady but a freak up in the sheets
Your b*tch f*ck us up: every n*gga that she meet
My b*tch hustle hard and hold a n*gga down
Your b*tch suck a di*k while another n*gga pounds
My b*tch is the type of b*tch that n*ggas wanna cuff
But she only f*ck with boss n*ggas - lames, you outta luck
I'm talking about..

[Hook]
My b*tch, your b*tch

[Verse 3]
My b*tch is the type of b*tch that n*ggas wanna do
It's your own fault suckas so don't get that sh*t confused
And your b*tch is the type of b*tch who really wanna lose
Ghetto with an attitude: I really don't approve
See, my b*tch is the type of b*tch that gotta keep it real
If that b*tch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel
Your b*tch is the type of b*tch that's gonna do you bad
Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad
See, my b*tch only like me cause she know I'm from the South
She like the way I talk and the words come out my mouth
Your b*tch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid
I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case
My b*tch is the type of b*tch that's gonna hold me down
She ain't ever trippin when a n*gga ain't around
Your b*tch is the type of b*tch that's blowing up your phone
Whining and complaining about when you coming home

I'm talking about..

[Hook]
My b*tch, your b*tch
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