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Mabel is crazy in love on her new single 'Stupid Dumb', featuring Ty Dolla $ign
The R&B track, produced by Tommy Brown, features the duo exchanging lyrics about losing control in love.
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"Bitches Ain’t Shit / Get It How I Live" is a track by Ty Dolla $ign, from the album Beach House 2, released 1st June 2013. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Ty Dolla $ign.
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[Part I: Bitches Ain't Shit] [Intro: Ty Dolla $ign] Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] Heard you nigga got cut down last night, at the club Don't blame it on me, nah, nah I know you heard it was some Pu$ha Ink niggas in that motherfucker And some bloods But don't blame it on me Nah, don't blame it on me Yeah, I know he found out that we fuckin', uh Girl, it ain't my fault you wanna fuck me, too [Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Your nigga laid up in that fuckin' hospital and you still think of me Man, I swear to God I'll kill yo' fuckin' ass if you did that shit to me Oh, these bitches ain't shit [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks [Verse 2: Chevy Woods] And no names said, just credit, um If this shit was ever to happen to me, um Ain't no tellin' what a nigga like me you'd do How would you feel if the tables turned on you? Girl, that, um, girl, that body I know it ain't your birthday, but this your party Baby, I just do the trees, you could keep the molly But make sure that you finish just what you started Oh that's Bombay and you ain't got no limits So just go down 'til a nigga finish That's proof that you talk 'bout what you livin' Sixty seconds, lemme call you in a minute [Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Your nigga laid up in that fuckin' hospital and you still think of me Man, I swear to God I'll kill yo' fuckin' ass if you did that shit to me Oh, these bitches ain't shit [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks [Verse 3: Jay 305] Lay down, bitch, get hypnotized and fucked Diamond's a girl, best friend no cut You's a flip, you's a bitch, I don't fuck with you (Don't fuck with you) You keyed my car, you bitch, I'm a bug with you, I don't know why I fuck with you Let me tell you a story or two 'Bout this bitch named shhh, and her dumb ass crew (Bitch) Well shh, man, in jail, a rack is his bail Baby, you brought me the new Jordans before she paid his bail Grinding myself, just to nail, he just got out Ran his mouth, fuckin' stupid socked him out Homied called him, boo boped him, packed him out Baby still callin', threw my dick her mouth Go to hell, bitch [Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Your nigga laid up in that fuckin' hospital and you still think of me Man, I swear to God I'll kill yo' fuckin' ass if you did that shit to me Oh, these bitches ain't shit [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit, bitches, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks [Part II: Get It How I Live] [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] He asleep right now, he off that drink, he ain't wakin' up She texts my phone, ayy, what ya doin'? Can I come over? I text back over, she on her way These hoes ain't shit, but I'ma fuck this bitch [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] 'Cause I gotta get it how I live She gotta get it how she live [Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] And we get it til we get it right Get it 'til we get it right Get it 'til we get it right Get it 'til we get it right Gotta get it 'til we get it right Get it 'til we get it right Get it 'til we get it right Get it 'til we get it right [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] She fucked around and came up on some fuckin' good dick She from the valley, but she act just like a hood bitch I got her bent over, she prowl like a Range Rover Pop the pussy like soda, hit it slow like I pulled up [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] 'Cause I gotta get it how I live She gotta get it how she live [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign] I wish she could spend the night So I could hit it again in the mornin' I think I'm falling in love with this girl again, again I'm zonin' She got a nigga, but I'm obviously bigger I hope he don't catch her 'Cause he probably would kill her [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] I gotta get it how I live She gotta get it how she live And you know I got it [Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Get it 'til we get it right Get it 'til we get it right Get it 'til we get it right Get it 'til we get it right Get it 'til we get it right Get it 'til we get it right
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