Gangsta B*tch

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh hi! Hi, Jacki? I love your music, I love your style, but I don't know if there's a market for you I mean, you rap very hard-like I don't know ... [Verse 1] Cut the chase, hoe I'll cut your face, hoe If that's your man, I wanna fuck him in his face, hoe I post bail And never broke a toenail Jacki-O shit so the other bitch won't sell [?] Coupe with the back on Give him head with my Mac on Yeah I get my mack on Shit poppin' like top so hypnotic I could go a little farther just to get his dick harder (Gangsta!) You won't say shit Get in bed and lay stiff Exactly why he's not around when you need to pay rent You broads irk me Where thе [?] In my heels, lift my skirt up Slurpee If you're gangsta, I'm just what you're looking for In the kitchеn cooking raw Give that man a likkle more! Y'all hustle can't fuck with her opps Poe Boy got the boy that'll bust ya heart [Chorus] In this life I lead, proceed to smoke weed $100,000 cars moving at a high speed Jacki-O, hoe call the crackas Large scales of Chanel, that's all I'm after I'm a gangsta, a gangsta bitch You need a gangsta, a gangsta bitch (uh) The same hoe that'll run in the bank [?] Stash box under the tank [Verse 2] Rip the top off the Thunderbird (oooohhhh) I'm number one with words You know what's in the purse I go to [?] first You hoes so fake Talking shit with no cake I don't associate Running shit with no brakes You hoes kill me, talking like you got it all When you still selling pussy at the Adams mall When I got 'em all tryna take me to the mall Fuck 'em, buy a car, then we could hang hard You know my thang hard, playa we them gangstas Fuck a nigga with a job, he got a [?] heart Buy a condo, take me to the tippy top Get these titties hard And lick this pretty cock [Chorus] In this life I lead, proceed to smoke weed $100,000 cars moving at a high speed Jacki-O, hoe call the crackas Large scales of Chanel, that's all I'm after I'm a gangsta, a gangsta bitch You need a gangsta, a gangsta bitch (uh) The same hoe that'll run in the bank [?] Stash box under the tank [Verse 3] Walking out of court styling Never caught smiling 'Cause I'm living like you would on your fourth album Strolling through the Beans since I was a young teen My cousin was a fiend, made me wanna come clean They was content (not I) getting they nails done I was [?] liquor, tryna help a nigga sell one Do the right thing, dirtbag or the [?] wrong *Sniff* *Sniff* You can smell a Chanel, huh? Jacki-O, y'all know to give me more space I need some weed, 'cause this blunt got some more space Clubbing, afterparty, know to go to space Follow me, 'cause this gangsta bitch know the way [Chorus] In this life I lead, proceed to smoke weed $100,000 cars moving at a high speed Jacki-O, hoe call the crackas Large scales of Chanel, that's all I'm after I'm a gangsta, a gangsta bitch You need a gangsta, a gangsta bitch (uh) The same hoe that'll run in the bank [?] Stash box under the tank