Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitches & Hoz, artist - Queen Key. Date of issue: 05.08.2021
Song language: English
Bitches & Hoz |
| Queen, aye |
| Bankroll Got It |
| I been dealing with bitches and hoes all day |
| My daddy keep on callin', told him he a dead beat |
| I’m sick of all these niggas they blow me like fans be |
| I heard he a informant, he police, like feds be |
| I told him do not come around me if your ass broke |
| It’s finna be winter, let’s see who win they man’s coat |
| That bitch tried to battle, and then her stupid ass choked |
| The devil wear Prada, a nigga keep me wearing dope |
| When he eat my pussy, he put his fingrs and i lick it |
| He think i’ma do that shit to his dick but i just tricked him |
| I only fuck with trick niggas, i know how to pick ‘em |
| If h think he thirsty for some pussy, then i’ma make ‘em |
| I’ma drug, he a bug, every thug needa lady but he need love (in this fucking |
| club) |
| I’ma drug, he a bug, every thug needa lady but he need love in this fucking club |
| I been dealing with bitches and hoes all day |
| These niggas keep on callin', told ‘em «where my bread be?» |
| He think he, really he prepared me |
| These bitches lame as fuck and they could never scare me |
| I’ma drug, he a bug, every thug needa lady but he need love |
| I’ma drug, he a bug, every thug needa lady but he need love in this fucking club |
| I’m that bitch, I’ma dog |
| Bitch your nigga grab me with his tongue, he a fraud |
| Kick that nigfa out that whip, he a walker, i call him Paul |
| I ain’t gotta say a word, he know take off them draws, boy that’s all, aye |
| Ken don’t deal with a hoe or a bitch, head so good nigga made me glitch |
| Fuck-me-ass hoes always make me itch |
| See, i might be gay but a bitch don’t switch |
| I like that Fendi and shit, money he gimme and shit (bags hoe) |
| like Jimmy and shit, Ken and Key so stingey and shit, they mad hoe |
| Been dealing with bitches and hoes all day |
| These niggas keep on callin', told ‘em «where my bread be?» |
| He think he, really he prepared me |
| These bitches lame as fuck and they could never scare me |
| I’ma drug, he a bug, every thug needa lady but he need love |
| I’ma drug, he a bug, every thug needa lady but he need love in this fucking club |