Lyrics:
n***** better pay attention
N***** bitching before a fight already flinching uh yea hol' up
All these rappers real anonymous
Wanna be just like the king I
bother me bitches
I'm a grown man i ain't got no time for the bitching no, no time for the bitching no
No, no time for these bitches
Relationships end up
Yea im dripping
Yea im dripping
Cant be bitching
We on a mission
Bad bitch sipping
Yea we gripping
Cant be slipping
Smith nd western
New
She be thinking I control her like a controller
Bitch i really thought i told you that that shits over
I don't wanna hear you bitching no coming back
to get rid of all the fakes round here
Round here, sick of all the games round here
All the snitching and the bitching and complaints round here
If you
witness
I will not tell on my soul
Where i grew up you get killed if you snitchin
Cut out all that bitching
Go get yo bread and count it when you finished
thoughts without sounding like I'm bitching
Nobody wants to listen, they don't think we're different
They just wanna tell us what they think that we are
name into his wrist
She longed for him to take his bitching elsewhere
Constantly reminded of her fragileness
The deeper she fell in love, the harder it
judging, hold out
Bitching’s getting old now
No more getting boned out
Instababe they all out
DM betters phone calls
20-18 weirds me out
Oh, got it all
I remember back when you left me stuck
You didn't give ah fuck, all you said was tuff
You didn't give ah fuck, now i'm up
Niggas bitching up,
with the stuff
My nigga
Fuck that shit
If you doing shit different
On your own type of living
And a nigga start bitching
Fuck that shit
If a nigga talk
certain
Make every beat and I murk it
Clean with the flow detergent
Yeah it's ignition
Gave you all of me why you bitching
Always with the bros never
It was windy and cold
The kind of night, when you listen, hear the moon, howling back at the wolves
Molly finished bitching the bowl
The meat around
daughter
Dripping wet bitch like shower with water
Daughters on deck
You Bitching screaming what the heck
Twitter no check
I'm bitching screaming what
to the neighborhood dealer
Getting fuck up is the only way I'm living
Now they bitching
Yeah they tripping
You should listen
While I paint a perfect picture
I need
got
Nigga what you rep
What you rep nigga, you nigga
Bitching with your bitch ass
Motherfucker blaze the weed up
Motherfucker blaze the weed up
I got
scramble
I know my answer for a sure it ain't a gamble
Free my nigga locked up needa let him out the slamma
Who is this suburb nigga bitching bout my
Bro bro driving
While we bussing
Why he bitching
Now he running
He ain't fast
Car go fast
On that ass
Blickey blast
We ran down
Without a mask
gone change even I stop breathing
Haaa stop bitching you not eating (Stop bitching)
Custy stay feening
Not just Brooklyn I'm taking over regions
It's
walking out the door
Your always complaining at me
Get off my back
Why won't you just let me be
Get off my back
Your always bitching all the time
You want
niggas want attention
I ain't wit all that bitching
U want war get to missing
Pushing weight like I'm in the gym
Fuck niggas want attention
I ain't wit
The jury is coming
Coming to tear me apart
All this bitching and moaning
Come on it's on
I'm trapped in this world
Lonely and fading
Heartbroke and waiting
The jury is coming
Coming to tear me apart
All this bitching and moaning
Come on it's on
I'm trapped in this world
Lonely and fading
Heartbroke and waiting
sinning but winning
You bitching I'm shipping a bag off
You just wanna see me in a blackout
Body bouta pass out
Pedal to the metal do the dash
Bouta gas out
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