b*tches lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro]
b*tches, b*tches
Can’t trust these b*tches, b*tches
Can’t love these b*tches

[Hook]
b*tches, I ain’t going back and forth
Young n*gga in the kitchen and I’m trying to whip a Porsche
For these b*tches
They so quick to say they love you
With you one day
The next day, they f*cking on your brother
Can’t trust these b*tches
I just hit them, then I switch them
Called an Uber, come and get them
Sorry, baby, you know I can’t cuff these b*tches
You ain’t seen me back in the day
Now that I’m on, it’s too late
Sorry, baby, you know I’m piped up on b*tches

[Verse]
These b*tches no, can’t cuff these b*tches
Where were you when I was kicking doors, chasing after riches?
Now you see I’m draped in gold, the n*gga ‘bout his business
I came from the bottom, had nothing, you a witness
Ashley, Amanda, Alisha, Anaya
Cassandra and Keisha, I’m sorry, you’re fired
Tierra and Sarah, my standards are higher
It’s too late to see me, go look on a flyer
Pull up in a Porsche, drive by her
Smoking on gas, need a lighter
My n*gga take turn like a cypher
I’ma hit it, first try like a sniper
Can’t believe what she say, she’s a liar
She been ‘round and around like a tiger
She’ll set a n*gga up if you bribe her
I done f*cked a b*tch once, can’t wife her
You know I could never love these hoes
Just me and JerZ passing around and we [?]
And when we pull up to your city, piping up at shows
And take them back to the room, they know how it goes
f*ck these b*tches, f*ck these b*tches, f*ck these b*tches
Can’t trust these b*tches, trust these b*tches, trust these b*tches
f*ck these b*tches, f*ck these b*tches, f*ck these b*tches
Can’t love these b*tches, love these b*tches, love these b*tches
I pull up, smoke a blunt and f*ck her, and then I’m gone
I’m chasing after hundreds, baby, what did I do wrong?
Is it ‘cause you answered that day when she called my phone?
Now I’m piping up the [?], I’m in my zone
f*ck her once, then kicked her out, pus*y good, I’ll bring it back
Beat it up like Pacquiao, b*tches know I’ll break they back
Her c*mming got her running, got these b*tches having heart attacks
She rip a brick, then suck me up, young n*gga, that’s a starter pack
f*ck these b*tches, f*ck these b*tches, f*ck these b*tches
Can’t cuff these b*tches, trust these b*tches, love these b*tches
f*ck these b*tches, f*ck these b*tches, f*ck these b*tches
Can’t cuff these b*tches, trust these b*tches, love these b*tches

[Outro]
b*tches, b*tches
b*tches, b*tches
b*tches, b*tches

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