Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Bitch, artist - A-Wax. Date of issue: 22.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Bitch |
| If you was my bitch |
| You wouldn’t be sitting there at home now feeling like a hostage |
| Wouldn’t be sitting alone give me something I could ride with |
| And I wouldn’t even be a little mad if you turn up on my side bitch |
| Pull up with you in the cockpit |
| They ain’t gotta know it’s my shit |
| I blaze up she rolls all the dro |
| She waits til I open the door |
| Don’t care who she know from before |
| With me she a whole 'nother hoe |
| Tryna tell you that’s my bitch |
| Ya that’s my bitch |
| If you were my bitch |
| You’d be curving all the lames |
| Even if you heard a couple things |
| Bout me being with a side bitch |
| You woulda wanna heal the pain |
| or deserve it all the same |
| Put your pride to the side bitch |
| Doesn’t matter who’s to blame |
| Luckily you ain’t meet me using caine |
| Mighta been a homicide bitch |
| You would have to clean the stains |
| Help me with the body I’m insane |
| I’ma take it on a ride bitch |
| Bend a couple corners with the corpse |
| Wake up in the morning no remorse |
| I can’t wait to hear you moaning in that voice |
| Smoking backwood blunts with a kinda |
| I be caught up in the moment when it’s moist |
| Think about it rolling in the porsche |
| Buckle up and hold on to the doors |
| If we see the ops I’ma have us blowing like a torch |
| Hit him and his homie on the porch |
| Have you in the drop with the drops making drops |
| All that financial stress we can make it all stop |
| This can be the way I rock, put em in a pine box |
| If somebody turn rat and decide to call cops |
| If you were my bitch you’d be used to riding round |
| In a 100 odd whips with 100 odd pounds |
| While I’m toting big guns with 100 large rounds |
| Because all my hitters bout 100 large round |
| And I’m really from the streets |
| Really from the East |
| Me and you together girl really we could eat |
| Pushin' off blow quarter milli in a week |
| We’d be plotting off the next go killing on the beach |
| If only you were mine |
| Wouldn’t have to be with the homies on the streets getting money all the time |
| If I show you how to grind |
| Would you do it with me or just want to be at home feeling lonely all the time |
| If you was my bitch |
| You wouldn’t be sitting there at home now feeling like a hostage |
| Wouldn’t be sitting alone give me something I could ride with |
| And I wouldn’t even be a little mad if you turn up on my side bitch |
| Pull up with you in the cockpit |
| They ain’t gotta know it’s my shit |
| I blaze up she rolls all the dro |
| She waits til I open the door |
| Don’t care who she know from before |
| With me she a whole 'nother hoe |
| Tryna tell you that’s my bitch |
| Ya that’s my bitch |
| Bet if you were mine |
| You wouldn’t have to be bad only that I’d have to compliment you all the time |
| Cops getting at you every corner that you turn |
| But you wouldn’t stop long enough to give him one a time |
| Guess if you were mine |
| Bitch you aughta be |
| Take you out the slums show you shit you aught to see |
| As long as you can get it with a pistol on the seat |
| Put it in your purse when people wanna creep |
| If it’s just an enemy lift him off his feet |
| Trippin' off the money, money trippin' off of beef |
| I just made some money off a pigeon, hella keys |
| We ain’t doing nothing if the bitch is not a freak |
| When she with you she wanna see another movie |
| When it’s me I put the pussy with a finger in the booty |
| When she with you she be thinkin' |
| When it’s me she do the dishes while I’m cleaning up her uzi |
| If that’s my bitch put your head under the dirt fool |
| Like a motherfuckin' ostrich |
| Tell you that I got this |
| Let 'em say another word to her |
| Bullet hit 'em like a dropkick |
| Pull up on the block with |
| Bunch of guns for the watches |
| Tell them pick one like a locksmith |
| On some get the ops shit |
| Ya’ll ain’t' even got no bodies |
| Far as I know I ain’t shit |
| If you was my bitch |
| You wouldn’t be sitting there at home now feeling like a hostage |
| Wouldn’t be sitting alone give me something I could ride with |
| And I wouldn’t even be a little mad if you turn up on my side bitch |
| Pull up with you in the cockpit |
| They ain’t gotta know it’s my shit |
| I blaze up she rolls all the dro |
| She waits til I open the door |
| Don’t care who she know from before |
| With me she a whole 'nother hoe |
| Tryna tell you that’s my bitch |
| Ya that’s my bitch |
| If you was my bitch |
| You wouldn’t be sitting there at home now feeling like a hostage |
| Wouldn’t be sitting alone give me something I could ride with |
| And I wouldn’t even be a little mad if you turn up on my side bitch |
| Pull up with you in the cockpit |
| They ain’t gotta know it’s my shit |
| I blaze up she rolls all the dro |
| She waits til I open the door |
| Don’t care who she know from before |
| With me she a whole 'nother hoe |
| Tryna tell you that’s my bitch |
| Ya that’s my bitch |
| If you were my bitch you’d be used to riding round |
| In a 100 odd whips with 100 odd pounds |
| While I’m toting big guns with 100 large rounds |
| Because all my hitters about 100 large now |
| If you were my bitch you’d be used to riding round |
| In a 100 odd whips with 100 odd pounds |
| While I’m toting big guns with 100 large rounds |
| Because all my hitters about 100 large now |
| Tryna tell you that’s my bitch |