Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bitches Ain't Shit , by - Future. Release date: 19.11.2011
Song language: English
Bitches Ain't Shit |
| No, no, no, no, no… |
| These bitches ain’t shit… |
| You know that and I know that… |
| These bitches ain’t shit |
| No, no, no, no |
| I don’t give a fuck about you though |
| These bitches ain’t shit… |
| I can’t wait to cut a bitch off! |
| These bitches ain’t shit |
| She’ll fuck your homeboy, she’ll take your money |
| She’ll take off running, where the fuck she going |
| These bitches ain’t shit |
| You too dramatic, bouncing all that static |
| Kill you and the madness, why the fuck you crying bitch |
| These bitches ain’t shit |
| I’m international and you American, it ain’t no comparison |
| I fuck foreign bitches |
| These bitches ain’t shit |
| No, no, no, no, no |
| These bitches ain’t shit |
| I know your type |
| Like I know that ice, and you foogazii |
| The very first night |
| Smashed out your lights, look and acting crazy |
| Caught in the hype |
| Come take this pipe, can’t even take it |
| I’m fly as a kite |
| Wanna ride on this plane, bitch you lazy |
| Wake up every single morning with that dick on your breath |
| She ain’t looking for love, she looking for help |
| I got money, make her wet |
| Gone and cut the check |
| Soon as you fuck her to sleep she dreaming 'bout a Rolex |
| You super fine, I know your kind |
| You’ll blow a nigga mind, why the fuck you crying |
| I’m on my grind, committing these crimes |
| Ain’t got no time, for that sobbing, and all that lying |
| You another nigga problem, I’m glad you ain’t mine |
| She already fucked Rock |
| She already fucked Block |
| She already fucked Joc |
| She already fucked Zoe |
| She a full time ho, I know, I know |
| She your baby momma |
| I’m a hit her in that throat, that throat |
| And she sucking on Drama |
| Telling me the nigga momma this must be karma |
| This must be life |
| When you hitting these bitches don’t take off your ice |
| She must be tricking |
| She ain’t picked up the phone, she gone on a mission |
| She watching Basketball Wives |
| Every single damn night, before she go to sleep |
| Thinking 'bout them trips with Kanye |
| While she sucking on Wiz Khalifa |
| Let me roll this 'gar, I’m a fuck you in the car |
| I’m a take your jaw, then go to war, I’m a go to war |
| What’s in the dark, come to the light |
| You can’t take this far |
| It’s 4 a.m., when I’m leaving the bar, cause I’m a star |
| And I can’t cuddle |
| We fucking on top of these covers, I gotta keep it gutta |
| And I’m on a double, and a half |
| And all you keep screaming 'bout is some cash, haaa |
| And all I can do to myself is laugh, yeah |
| And all I’m a do to the bitch is pass, her fast |
| Cause she ain’t got no stamina, say she trash |
| Excuse my manners, here go a bag |