Can’t f*ck My b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
You know motherf*ckers said I have b*tch troubles
NO, what the f*ck?!
Ima tell you about the pink flame though
You know some people said I have a theory
A theory of b*tches
You know my b*tches said?
Lil B... You're great
Somebody told me about the b*tches
Somebody told me about the Basedgod!
f*ck it!

[Hook]
I get the pus*y x 4
I get the b*tches x 4

[Verse 1: Lil B]
You can't f*ck my b*tch
No way, no man
56 b*tches Ima tell you who the f*cking man
It gets very tedious
My main b*tch is greedy
She wants to f*ck me
b*tch you can't handle me
b*tches think I'm Basedgod f*cking b*tches naked
b*tches call me Sisqo
Ima ugh like Rick Ross
I f*cked her in her border
b*tches in the charger
Ima eat the b*tch ass like it's no f*cking tomorrow
Ain't sh*t to talk about
Slangin' with the b*tches out
Bro brought the sixes out
I'm feelin' like it's Mardi Gras
And I'm about to change sh*t
See me in that new sh*t
f*ckin with that old b*tch
Bring a burner out I'm staying close to the stove
I move so smart n*ggas mad that I'm slow
How i'm gonna quit when I never been a snitch
I'm on the high horse even my shadow exists
b*tches suck di*k when I stack more chips
I ain't no faggot
I want the b*tch ass
OK Basedgod you curse too much
I was in Paris butt naked with my b*tches
I was in Russia
I was straight hittin'
Too many b*tches I might have a concussion
Suckers get mad
They swagged up
n*ggas hate on me
I don't give a motherf*ck
Basedgod b*tch!