Correction Lyrics That’s My Bitch by City Girls

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That's my bitch there
Fat ass, 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 bitch gon' pay my bill

[Yung Miami]
Want me to grip your dick 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 ass
Booty stickin' out and I ain't get shots yet
He just put me on a jet from the projects
If your nigga givin' you somethin', stick your tongue out (Tongue out)
I need a thug baby, quick to pull his gun out (Gun out)
Uh, p*ssy pink, I need a G-wag
I want a rich ass nigga, f*ck your cheap ass

That's my bitch there
Fat ass, 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 bitch gon' pay my bill

[JT]
Pull up, sprinter, bad bitches
And we ain't ever gotta pay 'cause we bad bitches
In the section with the niggas who got mad riches
Makin' it rain with their money, takin' mad pictures
Pretty bitch, plenty racks in the Chanel bag
Yung Miami keep the Glock if you act bad
p*ssy juice drippin' on a nigga durag
Best bitch need one, I need two bags (Double)
That's my bitch there
One fight, all fight
We don't play fair, period

That's my bitch there
Fat ass, 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 bitch gon' pay my bill

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