B*tch

Lyrics
[Continuous Flow: Andre Nickatina] I have no time to relax I tell a fine broke bitch you better get back Some hoes leave, then they don't come back I tell 'em don't call bitch send me a fax Bitch said Nicki why you party so tough I had to tell the bitch you don't party enough I like to re-up bitch then re-up Drive with my knees when I roll weed up Don't ask about last night bitch it's kinda blury But the morning walked in court wearing my jewelry My cellphone screams like a hot tea kettle Bitch you can't even walk in them stilettos The way I hit the mall you can call me Mac Mall Ball till I fall or at least till I'm gone I like my hair curled I like my hat low You ask where I'm from I like to say Filmoe And that's real dough it connects like four When I walk in the club people open up doors Put more ice-cream in that root beer float When I wear a white suit man it looks like coke Rush south west for a flight at twelve Hit another city then give it hell A freak of mines went to jail in the bay I made a phone call got her out the same day Got the bitch out the Paris Hilton way Don't ask what I did cause I never will say I split that blunt I roll that blunt I light that blunt Now bitch what's up? When the hoes in here said I was washed up Same hoes tried to get at me when I popped up Man I'm a bay cat Don't wear a wave cat Tell a bald-head bitch yo look at my perm Cut in line when it's not my turn That's ok cause I pay a law firm One more time bitch look at my perm I don't have to brag cause it's better than YERS, yers, yers.....
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Credits
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- Andre Nickatina