| Got a good thing goin' with a bad bitch
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| You know who to call when you need it
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| Wish I had another you, I’m greedy
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| Sometimes like that nigga get greedy
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| Got damn I fell in love with a bad bitch
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| You know that every time you leave me
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| Even though I know how men be talkin'
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| I just know that nigga wanna be me
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| Came in here and fell in love with a bad bitch
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| Back then she ain’t have shit
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| Now she grown up, she got ass, tits
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| Wanna know where she got that ass at
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| She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it
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| She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it
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| Don’t mind spendin' this loot on it
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| Treat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her
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| Got a dump truck, put a boot on her
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| I don’t mind trickin', spendin' loot on her
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| Walk up in the club, and toot, toot on her
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| She’s a bad bitch, put shoes on her
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| God damn, fell in love with a bad bitch
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| Said, «French, take me to Paris»
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| Dominican mami from Cali
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| I said, «Gon' bend it over, let me grab it»
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| I said, «Gon' bend it over, make it nasty»
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| Walked up in the club, rollin', Stevie Wonder glasses
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| I ain’t lookin' at you niggas, lookin' way past you
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| Young, fly, G’s up, pocket full of cash
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| You know where to find me, you know when you need me
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| All my dogs eat, they’ll tell you I ain’t greedy
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| I ain’t gon' love her, too much to leave her
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| I ain’t goin' public, surely is easy
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| Pull up with my niggas, make a move
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| Red light, green light, no it ain’t Gucci
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| Used to walk up in the store, couldn’t afford that
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| Now I walk up in the store, buyin' all that
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| Drink it to the head, man, nigga feelin' woozy
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| Pull up in the old school, boy I’m on some new shit
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| Red to the head, man we gettin' all that
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| And shorty phone answers, she don’t ever call back
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| And I can see why these niggas hate me
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| Pull up in a drop and the watch 80
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| Pull up to the front but a nigga faded
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| Got a new crib and the shit gated
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| Came from the bottom, watch a nigga ball out
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| Drink it to the head, smoke 'til you fall out
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| Countin' up this money, nigga, keep the door locked
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| All my niggas gettin' to this money, no lie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Your Bitch on Me , by - French Montana. Song from the album Cocaine Konvicts, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп