Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Denna Bitch , by - Juiceman. Release date: 09.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Denna Bitch |
| I hear em talking, money make a hater madder than a bitch |
| Got my check up, now you know I get more cash than a bitch |
| Got a pocket full of paper and a bad yellow bitch |
| Ass fatter than a bitch |
| My car faster than a bitch |
| What you saying, make em madder than a bitch |
| What you saying, get more cash than a bitch |
| What you saying, got a bad yellow bitch |
| Ass fatter than a bitch, my car go faster than a bitch |
| A hunnid billion dollars, that’s the conversation |
| Nigga I got more whips than a dominatrix |
| Pretty bitch jump on my dick, lemme drive ya crazy |
| And you heard that my paper thicker than the yellow pages |
| Press that button lose the top, make it disappear |
| Its so lonely at the top, but I love it here |
| Pass that cream bitch I’m higher than Apollo 13 |
| On that purple martini and a ounce of blue dream |
| So much money, make the counter blow a fuse |
| Live in the fast lane and fuck all the rules |
| I’m living on the edge, fuck a hater, fuck the feds |
| If I buy more ice, I might need to buy a sled |
| Smoking loud, drinking hen, man I’m higher than a bitch |
| Dick harder than a bitch |
| Wanna stick it in a bitch |
| Ferragamo louis shit |
| All designer in this bitch |
| I got gold on my teeth and neck, I’m shining as a bitch |
| Bitch look and see this shit, niggas mad than a bitch |
| Forty cocked, in the parking lot, get shot up than a bitch |
| I ain’t tripping bout you man, I’m on dead presidents |
| All my niggas killas and ain’t scared of the penitent-ions |
| Money always make a broke nigga mad, make him envy |
| Never bowing down to a bitch, it ain’t in me |
| Lamborghini cost a ticket and I’m tryna ride that bitch |
| Pat your running up the check, we ain’t tryna hit that shit |
| You wanna say something about the pimp? |
| Gimme his address bitch I’ma come to his house |
| If they can feel that, then they can feel whats really going on down here right |
| now mane |
| I’m glad we got an outlet where we can air these bitch ass niggas out |
| Know what Im talking about? |
| I can go broke any minute, still making 4 million in an hour |
| Closing deals with the cartel on my speakerphone in the shower |
| My bitch want that sour |
| You niggas is cowards, get the fuck off of my lawn |
| I’m cutting the grass with them choppas |
| Bullets is sounding like do-do-do-do hitting niggas and flowers |
| I don’t fly jets, I buy jets |
| I’m from the low rise, high ground, projects |
| Fuck you and your street cash, little ass pub check |
| You sign niggas, I sign niggas, I buy the label |
| I’m in the Soho House in the library, eating sushi with Cung Le |
| Getting throwed from your politician, this ho wanna elect me |
| Still a hood nigga tryna fuck everything |
| Life in the villa, getting zarilla, nigga |
| Think of my scrilla |
| Keeping my wolves on deck like Michael on Thrilla |