Iceberg Slim lyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah
You gonna have to smoke a blunt to this song, yeah
Rolling up another got me high
b*tch

[Verse]
I got b*tches, a lot of b*tches, bro
I feel like Prince in '86 or '84
And, no, Eddy Baker never cuff a ho
But real sh*t, you know that I would f*ck a ho
Getting to the money, yeah, I get it fast
But if I run low, I gotta break her ass
Lighskin b*tch look like Stacey Hash
Curl-ass hair, she gon' let me smash
Her boyfriend can not f*ck with me
Been an OG since '93
Real sh*t, b*tch, I was only three
High-School study pimpin'-ology
College major trap, pushing collard greens
Big gold chain like I'm Mr. T
Two white hoes call me Charlie Sheen
I think that I'm the sh*t, it's no mystery

[Chorus]
Yeah, got a lot of b*tches, mhm
I said I got a lot of b*tches, alright
Got a lot of b*tches, mhm
Said I got a lot of b*tches
n*ggas lurkin' for my riches
Then I kill 'em in the ditches
Got a lot of b*tches, yeah
Said I got a lot of b*tches, b*tch