Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ungrateful, artist - BbyMutha. Date of issue: 21.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ungrateful |
| Molly poppin', ghetto golden, rocking, rolling, black bitch |
| Call me what you want but baby don’t forget the «black bitch» |
| Pussy pink as fuck, he wanna nut, he want some mo' kids |
| He need a dumb bitch, he need to gone with all that dumb shit |
| Sorry I’m the center of your baby dad’s attention |
| Sorry I been bossing up on you and all your friends |
| You was busy stalking me and I was getting to a bag |
| I was busy doing me and they was getting hella mad |
| Robbing niggas, I ain’t playin', fair, my attitude expensive |
| I need quality extensions, tryna pay a few tuitions |
| Tryna start a fucking business |
| Get a job, step my pussy up |
| And I can’t let these niggas fuck on me cause they gon' fuck it up |
| Getting to the money, now I know these bitches sick of me, they tickle me |
| Sending all they friends to come and check on me |
| A check on me, a lot of stress on you, I’m in the major league |
| You local karaoke bitches ain’t my speed, grow the weed |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I got yo' nigga running dope and making plays for me |
| I got this money on my mind, can’t let you play with me |
| They hate on me, ungrateful bitches keep my trigger finger itchin' |
| Dark skin nigga with a light so bright |
| Look like can kill a brother on site |
| House motherfucker put a bitch on ice |
| Tell your man to get a life, he been bitchin' all night |
| Fucking with them hoes got you piped |
| Make you wanna fuck, go home, throw a fight |
| Tell me how you feel, imma tell you how it is, fuck you think it really is? |
| I ain’t got time for the bullshit |
| Been working too long, got a couple shits |
| Smoking on whatever you can roll the shit |
| Can I get you back 5, bring me back to 10 |
| Can I get you five hunnid, bring me back to 6 |
| You a boss |
| Make a nigga say, uh no limit with this |
| My hater say I’ll punch your face and left |
| We been down for a while, now we up a lil' bit |
| First place to the ceiling, stay on the ground, not your fake bullshit |
| Dodge your lies nigga fuck clout |
| Imma run my mouth, talk shit till they kill me |
| Hill for a while, nigga can’t slow down |
| Them curves can’t kill me, no |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I got yo' nigga running dope and making plays for me |
| I got this money on my mind, can’t let you play with me |
| They hate on me, ungrateful bitches keep my trigger finger itchin' |