Lyrics My Bitch - A-Wax

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