[Intro: bbymutha]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch
Okay, okay, yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: bbymutha]
Eat a bitch up like Eve
Snake in the garden, can't trick me
Wanna get wet, I'ma roll my sleeves
You can't fuck with a bitch like me
Yeah, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat
Lil' drummer bitch, it's Christmas Eve
Get smokey, pass me the tree
You can't fuck with a bitch like me (Yeah)
She wanna fuss, fight, tussle (Yeah)
I shut her up, down, muzzle (Yeah)
I'm heavy weight, pounds, pressure (B)
I beat her up, down, stretcher (Yeah)
Never competin', these bitches my lesser
Don't want your nigga, my nigga is better (Yeah)
Queen of hearts, you the joker, the jester (B)
Study me, she might pass the semester
You bitches poo, fool, mid
Raisin' you hoes, I got so many kids (Yeah)
Can't be replaced, can't do what I did
Live off my scraps, slop, pigs
Do my lil' dance, do my lil' jig
And if bitches try me, I'm doin' it big
Yeah, I'm itty bitty, but doin' it big
Lock it up or I'm rockin' your wig, bitch
[Refrain]
Ah, shit, look out, bitch, I'm gonna serve this stupid trick
Ah, shit, look out, bitch, I'm gonna serve this stupid trick
Grab that 9, put it in check
Make these hoes give me respect
Grab that 9, put it in check
Make these hoes—
[Chorus: Sha Ray]
Thick thighs bustin' holes in my fishnets
Red cherry lace like the end of a cigarette
Big yes, and the bitch badder than a cuss word
Hips wider-fit, desired miss with the dumb curves
Big guys with C-notes still bitchless
Nigga tried to hit it, wrist pain when I list 'em
Bitch let you bag, but you wasn't her first choice
The pussy you been in came in with an invoice
[Refrain]
Ah, shit, look out, bitch, I'm gonna serve this stupid trick
Ah, shit, look out, bitch, I'm gonna serve this stupid trick
Grab that 9, put it in check
Make these hoes give me respect
Grab that 9, put it in check
Make these hoes give me respect
Ah, shit, look out, bitch, I'm gonna serve this stupid—
[Verse 2: Sha Ray]
Wait a minute
Mrs. with a pump to the pavement
Stay tryna rush, niggas know she a favorite
Deep in they trust, you ain't flash where they fakin'
Real weird nigga, dap up with assailants
Get 'round some bitches, his mission to siphon
Stains ain't hit, your shit ain't really strikin'
Flaw to the ribs, nah, you ain't really like this
Nigga crash out when she curved in his crisis
[Chorus: Sha Ray]
Thick thighs bustin' holes in my fishnets
Red cherry lace like the end of a cigarette
Big yes, and the bitch badder than a cuss word
Hips wider-fit, desired miss with the dumb curves
Big guys with C-notes still bitchless
Nigga tried to hit it, wrist pain when I list 'em
Bitch let you bag, but you wasn't her first choice
The pussy you been in came in with an invoice
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