Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song About A B*tch, artist - Starlito. Album song Cold Turkey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grind Hard
Song language: English
About A B*tch |
| I got a bitch, that got a bitch |
| I’m tryna quit, downed a brick |
| Count this shit, it might be counterfeit |
| Tryna stretch it, before we run out of it (yeah) |
| Yeah that’s how it gets (Stepbrothers) |
| My lil homie had a scholarship, but he got shot and shit |
| About a bitch, ain’t that bout a bitch (ain't that bout a bitch) |
| But nigga I got locked up with, gon probably snitch (ain't that bout a bitch) |
| I Swear a nigga going through a lot of shit, I just can’t snap out of it |
| I go to sleep on it (on it), and wake up focus (Lito) |
| What the fuck is up with all these Hollywood locals |
| And why these main stream niggas wanna copy my vocals? |
| Be another sad story, he got shot for some hoe shit (ahh) |
| Pop up at the show, we done popped the promoter (haha) |
| Right after we pull off, cops probably show up |
| Old lady stop me, while I was shoppin at Kroger |
| Said waitin on my new tape (Lito) she already got all the old shit |
| Its on the way, Oh Shit, just finishin a to go shit |
| Hatin niggas hatin, we didn’t mean to keep ya waitin |
| I am just an 80s baby that these streets raised crazy |
| You try to interfere with that check, might as well pistol play us |
| I got a bitch, that got a bitch |
| I’m tryna quit, downed a brick |
| Count this shit, it might be counterfeit |
| Tryna stretch it, before we run out of it (yeah) |
| Yeah that’s how it gets (Stepbrothers) |
| My lil homie had a scholarship, but he got shot and shit |
| About a bitch, ain’t that bout a bitch (ain't that bout a bitch) |
| But nigga I got locked up with, gon probably snitch (ain't that bout a bitch) |
| I Swear a nigga going through a lot of shit, I just can’t snap out of it |
| (Gates-Lito this shit for real, true story) |
| (Get em Gates) |
| Cold hearted, don’t do favors |
| Ain’t no love really felt for me |
| These cards that was dealt to me |
| Fake friends, they don’t care for me |
| Pockets empty, not one name in my phone even lend help to me |
| Bad feeling, this baby I just had its not my own |
| If I don’t send money, Until the work come back then fuck it |
| I’m not wrong, she say she sorry, that get old |
| Son so invited you to path, but what for |
| Bout that time that I get that doe, always on the road |
| That get rough, get that check, run it up |
| Face with problem after problem, just work hard, and don’t give up (don't give |
| up) |
| Fell off, flat broke, heard 'I ain’t shit' bout a hunnid times |
| Laughed at, talked about, suck it up, no cryin |
| Stack my money till it hurt |
| Made them all respect my grind |
| I got a bitch, that got a bitch |
| I’m tryna quit, downed a brick |
| Count this shit, it might be counterfeit |
| Tryna stretch it, before we run out of it (yeah) |
| Yeah that’s how it gets (Stepbrothers) |
| My lil homie had a scholarship, but he got shot and shit |
| About a bitch, ain’t that bout a bitch (ain't that bout a bitch) |
| But nigga I got locked up with, gon probably snitch (ain't that bout a bitch) |
| I Swear a nigga going through a lot of shit, I just can’t snap out of it |
| I hit my point in the back door, Deuce Deuce, Lil Jo (Lito) |
| He caught it though, man you niggas hoes |
| Glad you wasn’t my charge partner, you would’ve told |
| Stress got a young nigga lookin old |
| We all crooked, I bought it after they took it |
| I’m out the hood hoe, niggas still call my phone |
| Lookin for that good dro, and I got just what they lookin for |
| For the? |
| though |
| If you want that love ticket, its gon be pretendo (Lito) |
| You know what it feel like? |
| Paying rent for all of your kin folk |
| If I wouldn’t ain’t grind so motherfucking hard, believe me I woulda been broke |
| Riding through the hood, what they hidden for |
| Money on my head, got a hit on me so I don’t give a fuck |
| I done been hit before |
| This niggas don’t want no money, but they go to war over a lil hoe |
| I got a bitch, that got a bitch |
| I’m tryna quit, downed a brick |
| Count this shit, it might be counterfeit |
| Tryna stretch it, before we run out of it (yeah) |
| Yeah that’s how it gets (Stepbrothers) |
| My lil homie had a scholarship, but he got shot and shit |
| About a bitch, ain’t that bout a bitch (ain't that bout a bitch) |
| But nigga I got locked up with, gon probably snitch (ain't that bout a bitch) |
| I Swear a nigga going through a lot of shit, I just can’t snap out of it |