Fishnets

Lyrics

[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