My B*tch lyrics

Let me tell you a story about this b*tch I know
Grew up on the south side sucking di*ks for dough
Give her a half a dollar, she'll put on a show
Do anything to be in a Dr. Dre video

The b*tch went Hollywood, one trip to the west coast
She got f*cked by this white b*tch, had her legs wide open
As long as my pockets were fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the b*tch was at

My pretty young b*tch keep my nuts drained
But all the time she was plotting on my aftermath chain
b*tch couldn't stay in here lane
Started running with this hoe from the south

Gold grill in her mouth, she put her on the track
Gave her, her first thong introduced her
To her two girlfriends from back home
f*cked the industry, tryna take the fast route
Ran into a gangster and he turned they ass out

You gon' always be my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch
And I'm a always love my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch
I can always f*ck my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch
And she gon' always be my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch
From the projects hustled all day
n*ggas called her Sophie from around the way
Used to play hard to get, so they thought she was gay
Booshie b*tch who ever thought she was raised in BK

Moved out the hood, changed her name to Jay
Told everybody she'll be working with a mill one day
I was introduced to her back in '96
She had a wavy haircut and some big ass lips

At first she was hard to hit, come to find out
The last 10 years she been sucking Big di*k
Got a family now, a house made of bricks
Four grown ass kids and ain't none of them sh*t

She still my b*tch so I stayed around
But she always tryna dash when other dame's around
She tryna play The Game, but I got the b*tch number
She said she won't, but she'll be back next summer

You gon' always be my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch
And I'm a always love my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch
I can always f*ck my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch
And she gon' always be my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch

Last but not least my gangsta b*tch
From Compton always in and out of jail and sh*t
b*tch tried to burn Snoop, stole chronic from doc
Blew the whole west coast, even tried to f*ck Pac
Type of b*tch to stand on Beverley Hills
Word on the street's she got a few real n*ggas killed
I look up now she on my di*k
Telling me how she always gonna be my b*tch

Pop up at award shows always following me
b*tch doing dumb sh*t, got a college degree
No pre-nupt, one n*gga got stick with her
I was smart knew always not to f*ck with her

What goes around comes around
Scandalous sh*t, somebody tried to kill that b*tch
Burnt the bridges and ain't had one friend left
n*ggas that know her called her the devil in that red dress

You gon' always be my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch
And I'm a always love my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch
I can always f*ck my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch
And she gon' always be my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch, my b*tch