Out This b*tch lyrics

by

Pusha T


[Chorus: Kirko Bangz:]
She say I'm trynna make this work, you're doin' it again
f*ck this sh*t, I'm out this b*tch
Say I'm out this b*tch (I'm out this b*tch)
Say I'm out this b*tch (I'm out this b*tch)
Say I'm out this b*tch (I'm out this b*tch)
She tell me
"you could have that b*tch, you ain't bout sh*t, f*ck this sh*t, I'm out this b*tch"
She like "f*ck that sh*t"
She got me like "f*ck that b*tch!"
Say I'm out this b*tch...

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Same old n*gga, make a stack in a day
She the same since high school, back in the day
Cute face, thick thighs with the lil' bitty waist
Since she just finished school, now she work in the back
Now I'm all in the bank, all in the bank
Probably with some n*ggas that be robbin' the bank
Robbin' the bank, now it's all in the paper
And she told me all about said "I wanna see you later"
But I'm in too deep...
She said she had a n*gga but the n*gga weak
Said I had a b*tch but she told me she too mean
Man I really wanna see you, call me when the n*gga leave
You know I'll be right back over
Spend a night over
Mixin' in ya cup, she don't like being sober
In love with her man, so she said it's gettin' late
Can't stay, Now we right back arguing
[Chorus: Kirko Bangz:]
She say I'm trynna make this work, you're doin' it again
f*ck this sh*t, I'm out this b*tch
Say I'm out this b*tch (I'm out this b*tch)
Say I'm out this b*tch (I'm out this b*tch)
Say I'm out this b*tch (I'm out this b*tch)
She tell me
"you could have that b*tch, you ain't bout sh*t, f*ck this sh*t, I'm out this b*tch"
She like "f*ck that sh*t"
She got me like "f*ck that b*tch!"
Say I'm out this b*tch...

[Verse 2: Tyga:]
Now I'm right back in the same position
With the same b*tch that I said I was quittin'
A minute ago, my control over these hoes
Dealing with emotions I don't wanna show
It's like one or two flaws
Dont wanna be involved with her at all
Tired of waiting, I'm gettin' impatient
Cheating lately with her best friend
And the head game crazy
Single now, livin' life, wildin' on the daily
Ain't got time for no sorry, I just bought a Ferrari
Cost me 280, now these b*tches wanna call me by my real name
Baby, ain't got time for now motherf*ckin' questions
To my exes, hope you learned your lesson
While you out stressin', I'm somewhere out sexin'
On to the next one, onto the next thing
No you ain't trippin (No you ain't trippin'...)
All on the TV, now she tryna text me
[Chorus: Kirko Bangz:]
She say I'm trynna make this work, you're doin' it again
f*ck this sh*t, I'm out this b*tch
Say I'm out this b*tch (I'm out this b*tch)
Say I'm out this b*tch (I'm out this b*tch)
Say I'm out this b*tch (I'm out this b*tch)
She tell me
"you could have that b*tch, you ain't bout sh*t, f*ck this sh*t, I'm out this b*tch"
She like "f*ck that sh*t"
She got me like "f*ck that b*tch!"
Say I'm out this b*tch...

[Outro: Kirko Bangz]
Say I'm out this b*tch...
Say I'm out this b*tch...
We-we-well done
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