My Bitch

Ay, my bitch so fucked up
Who you texting?
Bitch you out, like I won’t go and fuck on your best friend
She would take the dick, ain’t no question
I’m a pretty nigga, she know I give out blessings, respect him
It’s like, ay, my bitch so fucked up
Staring her face on my momma is fuck blood
Just because we fucked don’t get it fucked up
I’m in my back, hoe
Even if I trust another bitch I couldn’t trust her
I’m in my back, hoe
And I don’t care if you say I’m a asshole
Run it up, got the money to the mad hoe
If I fuck with you I would be all bad bro
I’m tryna bring the stash home
Ay, bad bitch, she can fuck but she still can’t cook
Get the camera out her face, she don’t read no book
I can’t bring her out in public, she a stupid hoe
But she still ride a dick, make me stupid, oh
My bitch so fucked up
Who you texting?
We was down bad, I ain’t mad that we’re flexing
How the fuck is loyalty a question
If I give I expect it
Bitch, dance on these hoes, keep my foot on they neck
If you get that money then they give you respect, ay
Dance on these hoes, keep my foot on they neck
If you get that money then they give you respect, ay
Ay, my bitch so fucked up
Never trust her, we ain’t lust
I’mma fuck her like it’s fuck her
My bitch so fucked up
Never trust her, I’mma fuck her
Like it’s fuck her