Lyrics H.B.I.C - DonMonique

H.B.I.C

Can’t waste my breath on bitches I got asthma
Im the head bitch in charge and im taxing
Know they down to fuck it up when i ask it
A bitch raised by the streets im a bastard
This for my niggas locked in the pen
30 block with a Glock in my hand
Calm bitch getting top from your man
They want my wave but they can’t even swim
Hook:
Head bitch in charge, they pockets on skinny my pockets on large
Head bitch in charge, they blowing on dirt my shit is on mars
Big faces, fuck it up then we do it again
These bitches ain’t bout it they be broke like a trend
Can’t pay for they cab i pull up in the benz
When i skirt to the spot its a fucking event
Nah they never gonna see me, ain’t no script static live like it’s TV
A young nigga blind to the hate like im Stevie
I wish a bitch would i’m popping out like a genie
Got two hittas and they nice with the shot
Licks getting lined on the block by a thot either hot or these bitches try to
block what i got, know they not, so they watch then they flock like a opp tryna
cop
They know im bout it i stay on that wavy shit
And if u want it i got it just pay me quick
They just be fronting but they know that i’m that bitch
Run down on these hoes and just hop out with the stick
Pockets on large, only blow gas roll it up in cigars
Pussy take souls have a nigga seeing stars
Pay my momma bills from a bitch spitting bars
Make a nigga go nuts looking through my phone cause the head so good make a
bitch get a charge
Hoes try to roll up talking that shit but they dont want smoke and they ain’t
leaving scars uh
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