Presenting the That’s My B*tch lyrics performed by City Girls. Hope you would enjoy the lyrics of the song. Stay tuned in for more.
That’s My B*tch lyrics
[JT]
That’s my b*tch there
Fat a*s, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my b*tch gon’ pay my bill
[Yung Miami]
Want me to grip your d**k with two hands (Ayy)
I want them shoes right there, cost a few bands
Uh, turn my baby daddy to my sugar daddy (Oww)
He gon’ blow a bag just to make me happy (Facts)
He just put me in the Lamb’, I’ma speed fast (Skrrt)
In that Rolls Royce truck where he eat a*s
Booty stickin’ out and I ain’t get shots yet
He just put me on a jet from the projects
If your n***a givin’ you somethin’, stick your tongue out (Tongue out)
I need a thug baby, quick to pull his gun out (Gun out)
Uh, p***y pink, I need a G-wag
I want a rich a*s n***a, f**k your cheap a*s
[JT]
That’s my b*tch there
Fat a*s, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my b*tch gon’ pay my bill
[JT]
Pull up, sprinter, bad b*tches
And we ain’t ever gotta pay ’cause we bad b*tches
In the section with the n****s who got mad riches
Makin’ it rain with their money, takin’ mad pictures
Pretty b*tch, plenty racks in the Chanel bag
Yung Miami keep the Glock if you act bad
P***y juice drippin’ on a n***a durag
Best b*tch need one, I need two bags (Double)
That’s my b*tch there
One fight, all fight
We don’t play fair, period
[JT]
That’s my b*tch there
Fat a*s, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
Bring out those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, [gunshells]
Long nails, Chanel
If all else fails
I know my b*tch gon’ pay my bill
