Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitch Please, artist - Big Scoob. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Song language: English
Bitch Please |
| I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade |
| Nothin' but gritters over this way |
| Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey |
| Me and my niggas like «Bitch please» |
| I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade |
| Nothin' but gritters over this way |
| Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey |
| Me and my niggas like «Bitch please» |
| I ain’t gang bangin' I’m a gang member |
| Love for my Blood and the rest get the middle finger |
| You can get the trigger finger |
| Funny actin' pussy nigga, fraud |
| You ain’t hard, play the part |
| You can get it nigga |
| Old head, long bread, chillin' and I’m sittin' back |
| Feet up, livin' good really and I’m kickin' back |
| Orchestrate to gettin' back, button pushin' pigeon pack |
| Stuffin' up the duffel with the hustle, nigga gimme that |
| Naw really give me that |
| Greed time, gettin' fat |
| Multiply the paperbacks |
| Gorilla I’m a silverback |
| My mama cut the Similac |
| With hot sauce and bacon fat |
| Really don’t know how to act |
| Started, I’ma finish, nigga remember that |
| I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade |
| Nothin' but gritters over this way |
| Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey |
| Me and my niggas like «Bitch please» |
| I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade |
| Nothin' but gritters over this way |
| Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey |
| Me and my niggas like «Bitch please» |
| I be out a lot, probably on the block (on the block) |
| We runnin' from the cops, runnin' into knots (into knots) |
| I put it in the pot, then I put the whop (yeah) |
| Foam and let it lock, then I lock the spot |
| Like welcome to my neighborhood (neighborhood) |
| Got cookies and the flavor good (flavor good) |
| Put Gelato in my Backwood (yeah) |
| Keep a banger when it’s that good (that good) |
| Watch ya hangin' if ya that hood (that hood) |
| My bro he on the roof with a sixteen |
| Choppa in the bushes with a red beam |
| You done ran off with the wrong dope |
| Mini 14 got a long throat |
| I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade |
| Nothin' but gritters over this way |
| Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey |
| Me and my niggas like «Bitch please» |
| I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade |
| Nothin' but gritters over this way |
| Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey |
| Me and my niggas like «Bitch please» |
| Started off with a pinch, hoppin' over the fence |
| Garbage cans and dog shit, albino pits |
| Yola up in my fist, toaster up on my hip |
| Bringin' home the bacon, and the cheese and grits |
| Sometime my paper saggy, sometime my yaper crisp |
| Takin' a stab at this rappin', selling dope a hit and miss |
| Grew up on the tar |
| Pluck you like guitar |
| I be high as fuck, tryna touch the stars |
| Franck Muller on my right, Rolex on my left |
| I don’t like to fight, I just like sex |
| Hustler all my life, popo like to raid |
| I been gettin' paid, since the tenth grade (Biatch) |
| I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade |
| Nothin' but gritters over this way |
| Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey |
| Me and my niggas like «Bitch please» |
| I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade |
| Nothin' but gritters over this way |
| Walkin' up, talkin' that shit, hey |
| Me and my niggas like «Bitch please» |