What kind of bitch do you want?
A bitch that's right by your side
What kind of bitch do you need?
A bitch that's ready to ride
What kind of bitch do you want?
A bitch that's packin'
What kind of bitch do you need?
A bitch that's ready to go
Hanging out in the club and we keeping our mugs
Grilled out, thugged out and we full of them buds
I step away just for a second and my nigga got Anna
Here I come crowning bitches, bustin' heads over counters
It's going down, when it's on then it's on
(Man, what?)
A couple of bruises and some scratches, I can fix when I'm home
They done fucked up, I done made my way to the parking lot
And soon a nigga hit the door they going deaf by my shots
'Cause I'ma shoot up the club, you bitches better run
Let my nigga go before I give you some
It's gon' be some shit, a ho is 'bout to click
I shoot to kill, I'm aiming for your dick
An ex-con on the run, so I'm totin' the gun
A down bitch 'bout the biz always get the job done
When you wrong, ho you wrong, ain't no way you can hide
I'm gettin' strapped up wit the fo-five's like Bonnie and Clyde
What kind of bitch do you want?
A bitch that's right by your side
What kind of bitch do you need?
A bitch that's ready to ride
What kind of bitch do you want?
A bitch that's packin'
What kind of bitch do you need?
A bitch that's ready to go
What kind of bitch do you want?
A bitch that's right by your side
What kind of bitch do you need?
A bitch that's ready to ride
What kind of bitch do you want?
A bitch that's packin'
What kind of bitch do you need?
A bitch that's ready to go
When we be sleepin', we be sleepin' wit our backs to our backs
We got one leg on the land and got our hands on our straps
I'm like the bone to your spine, I'm like the clip to your nine
I'm like the thoughts in your mind, I'm like the face on your dime
When you was locked up in the pen, had you straight on dat weed
You sold more dope behind the bars than you did on the streets
A bitch be talking shit ain't no need in you fightin' it ho
That ho was strappin' out the frame and you know that for sho
You disrespected my nigga, that mean you fuck wit my pimpin'
Fiddin' to kick you dead in your face and give a mean ass whippin'
I ain't got no problem wit you niggaz choosin' drop off your cheese
I'll set you up and have my nigga draped in all your jewelry
We hittin' the block, we riding hot and I'm driving the car
He on parole, I got the gun and dough, I'm taking the charge
We gotta bust fuckin' bank, 'fore our day'll go right
I love this nigga we together for the rest of our life
(For real)
What kind of bitch do you want?
A bitch that's right by your side
What kind of bitch do you need?
A bitch that's ready to ride
What kind of bitch do you want?
A bitch that's packin'
What kind of bitch do you need?
A bitch that's ready to go
What kind of bitch do you want?
A bitch that's right by your side
What kind of bitch do you need?
A bitch that's ready to ride
What kind of bitch do you want?
A bitch that's packin'
What kind of bitch do you need?
A bitch that's ready to go

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN