Lyrics Gangsta Bitch - E.S.G.

Gangsta Bitch

Some of y’all niggas are bitches too, that’s right
But me, a player, from the third coast man
I’d rather have a bitch, that’s gangsta you knowI’mtalkinbout
So right about now, for the year two triple O
E.S.G., Tre Duece and my partner Ron-O
We gone let the whole world know, what type
Of bitches we got down here in the south no doubt, no doubt
If you ain’t a gangsta bitch, I don’t want you, don’t want you baby
If you ain’t a gangsta bitch, I don’t need you, don’t need you baby, uh
Now I got a bitch, that do what I tell her
Now she holds my bricks and hit licks on my cellular
My bitch is playa made, with a head full of them braids
She rides panties aside, gray insides on the blades
Now my bitch don’t smoke, but she ride with the dope
Plus she keep a 25 stuffed inside her coach
Bag in the jag showing ass, turning heads
Tattoos on her thighs with the money sign on her leg
See I trust her with my cash, I trust her with my bank
Plus she’s the type of bitch that’ll bust a strip for the drink
If we ain’t freaking, then she setting up a reakon
So we go in for three so fly off for the weekend
Properly to a rumor, send bags so fast brah
Don’t know what I do, if the feds ever arrest her
Let’s po' a four, slam my door, and bang screw
Plus some of y’all niggas are bitches too
Now all my broads is classy and jazzy and keep me looking lovely
Far from ugly, and hit the highway for me
Do everything I say, everything my way
I’m a, big boss baller broads got to pay like they way
Heezy cheesy, I do it the g-way
Do whatever 3 say, get paid on the freeway
No de-lay, don’t stop it, 1999
Man these hoes sure be popping
I watch that game unfold over a matter of time
Cause if I get 25 she gone have to hold up for a dime
Like the ground you walk on, don’t talk on my bitches
Cause everything I done, she was my only witness
In this gangsta life, gangsta relationship
Blood is thicker than water baby I paid my bitch
From head to toe, don’t need to say no more
Cause when I’m gone now she gone bring home the payroll, to daddy
I got a real bitch, I got a pop a pill bitch
A sexy brown, put it down, to make a mill bitch
I mean a fine bitch, a top of the line bitch
Won’t drop no dime bitch, down to do the time bitch
I mean a thick bitch, trying to get rich bitch
That’d hit the interstate with two bricks bitch
A all in bitch, a top ten bitch
A S class with the blue lens bitch
I got a super star bitch, a sipping bar bitch
A third coast raised that’ll take a nigga charge bitch
I got a baller bitch, a shot caller bitch
That’ll pay for a young nigga lawyer bitch
You got a young hoe, I mean a dumb hoe
I got a post a million dollar fucking bond hoe
A thick thigh bitch, D.K.N.Y.
bitch
So when we get married don’t ask a young nigga why bitch
We off the heezy, we off the heezy
And if she ain’t a gangsta bitch I don’t need it — 4x
BIATCH, off the heezy, fa sheezy
E.S.Geezy, down in H-Tizzy bizzy baby
KnowI’mtalkingbout, platinum sizzold
For the 9−9 and the two tripple izzo
Ha ha, anybody my partner St. Clizzaire
KnowI’mtalkingbout, BIATCH