Corrección Letra That’s My b*tch par Kiddo Marv

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That's my b*t*h 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 b*t*h gon' pay my bail

Want me to grip your d**k with two hands (ayy)
I want them shoes right there, cost a few bands (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 (eat ass, ass)
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, pu**y pink, I need a G-wag
I want a rich ass n***a, f**k your cheap ass

That's my b*t*h 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 b*t*h gon' pay my bail

Pull up, sprinter, bad b*t*hes (bad b*t*hes)
And we ain't ever gotta pay 'cause we bad b*t*hes (mad b*t*hes)
In the section with the n***as who got mad riches (ayy)
Makin' it rain with their money, takin' mad pictures
Pretty b*t*h, plenty racks in the Chanel bag (facts)
Yung Miami keep the Glock if you act bad (pow)
pu**y juice drippin' on a n***a durag (ahh)
Best b*t*h need one, I need two bags (Double)
That's my b*t*h there
One fight, all fight
We don't play fair, period

That's my b*t*h 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 b*t*h gon' pay my bail

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