THANKSGIVING / MY BITCHES SHOOT TOO

Lyrics
[Part One: Thanksgiving] [Intro] Courtside, hmm, Cash Northside, mmm Four-five, mmm Southside, mmm, hmm [Chorus] Courtside at the game with your bitch, northside when I'm pushin' the whip Four-five, I extendo the clip, we hit the strip, we let it rip Westside bitch give me the lip, eastside bitch, give her the dick I ain't fuckin' with my southside bitch, huh, she be talkin' too much shit [Verse] She be talkin' too much shit, I don't like that bitch, I'ma leave that bitch Lil bitch, watch your mouth, 'fore I fuck your sis 'Fore I fuck your mother, or your bad cousins Or your grandmother, I don't give a shit And your auntie been staring at me at Thanksgiving Playin' footie with me, yeah, her feet was on my dick You such a Southern bitch, I don't eat chitlins Mac and cheese was kinda good, turkey was dry as shit [Chorus] Courtside at the game with your bitch, northside when I'm pushin' the whip Four-five, I extendo the clip, we hit the strip, we let it rip Westside bitch give me the lip, eastside bitch, give her the dick I ain't fuckin' with my southside bitch, huh, she be talkin' too much shit [Outro] She be talkin' too much shit Fuck with a southside bitch, she be talkin' too much shit Don't fuck with a southside bitch, she be talkin' too much shit Northside when I'm pushing' the whip, no nigga tryna take my shit I'm not with the shits, I might let it rip Northside when I doze with your bitch, no nigga gonna take my shit I'm not with the shits, I might let it rip I might let it rip [Part Two: My Bitches Shoot Too] [Verse] I'm not with the shits, I might let it rip Broke boy tryna take my chain, but I wasn't with Dumbass lil boy, this not a game, you end up missin' I won't let my niggas shoot you, you'll get shot by bitches Bitch, bitches, bitches, bitches Unload the new pistols I got hoes and they grippin' AK-47, leave a nigga limpin' Limpin', limpin', now he movin' different He didn't wanna listen, now he got shot by women Women, women, women, women Hand that lil bitch a gun, now she gon' start trippin'
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- FLEE
- Cash Cobain