Simple b*tches lyrics

[Verse]
These n*ggas ain't amazing they complain about the simple sh*t
It never fails they reveal they just some simple b*tches
Simple b*tch simple b*tch just like my dimples
Yo b*tch popped as a pimple
He a dog I tell him sick em I will never fall victim
I hate hoes but I love picking em
He talk down on b*tches all day cause all that pussies he be licking em
All these pussies I be tricking em and if you p*ss me off
Find ya sisters have my brothers put some di*k in em
I'm that b*tch I don't give a f*ck about a pay in
I got mans running round this b*tch like all my f*cking childrens
f*cking eater don't f*ck me but slurping all my f*cking children
b*tch you know how this sh*t go
So why the f*ck do you got feelings
I'm just tryna make a killing without actually having to kill a b*tch
If anything I'll heal a b*tch
I'ma boss and b*tches slow so I don't deal with b*tches
b*tches broke b*tches jokes so I don't chill with b*tches
I don't feel these b*tches but my fingers itching
b*tches think I'm in my glo but this sh*t just a glisten
Yo hoe on my wishlist but I don't gotta wish sh*t
We'll order that hoe up like a four piece chicken
n*ggas think it's sweet sleeping like they pregnant
b*tch I don't believe in felon killas rocking and the reverend
All these broke b*tches jealous getting money b*tches guess it
If I hate that b*tch a n*gga they get put up on that stretcher
Who they think they f*cking with
I don't got no chill and I'm f*cking lit
Yo n*gga is a lame and a f*cking b*tch
He only hit yo line when I f*cking quit him
Swag on your b*tch
You can't brag on your b*tch
I'll drop a bag on your b*tch b*tch
Queen sh*t b*tch !