CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Trench b*tch
Banger
I put my life on the line, I'ma break up with you, ho (It's over)
You been disrespectful, hope the crazy house come get you, ho
Pistol by the dresser, 'cause I'm sleepin' by my pistol, ho
I don't turn to [?], when you speakin' on my b*t*hes, ho
I can't put my b*t*h before my bro, 'cause my bro that's my bro
But my bro he gotta know, then he can't disrespect my ho
She ain't just no any ho, she some like my mind ho
Even though, she my side-b*t*h, I buy her Range Rover
Trench b*t*h, she don't give a f**k about rich b*t*h
And I keep my pistol in her purse, 'cause I can't risk it
Trench b*t*h, she don't wanna f**k, I ain't gon' kiss it
And she gave me all her n***as drugs, knowin' it's his sh*t
Trench b*t*h, she been gettin' money, she a trick, trick
And she get to swipin' with her friend, that's how they get sh*t
Trench b*t*h, she can't hold a secret, showin' my d**k pick
My skinny b*t*h had took it, so I sent it to my thick b*t*h
She might stand up to them pu**y n***as, but she go down for me
'Member days I did my work outside, she wouldn't vouch for me
She might cut her wrist off when she p*ssed off, 'fore she cancel me
I was on [?] with my d**k out 'fore I found the beat
Hard body flow, I might send my b*t*h to bless the streets
I know my lil' b*t*h in the hood, she still wish she was next to me
Said she loved in me for real, but she ended up textin' me
She got a new booty, sh*t ain't work, she wish the best for me
I got a new b*t*h, I like her for real, she like baguettes to me
She might slime you out, and she ain't worried 'bout no b*t*h textin' me
b*t*h, I'm from the south and you ain't got worry 'bout no n***a testin' me
Told my mama "Whenever I pass, make sure my b*t*h next to me"
I put my life on the line, I'ma break up with you, ho (It's over)
You been disrespectful, hope the crazy house come get you, ho
Pistol by the dresser, 'cause I'm sleepin' by my pistol, ho
I don't turn to [?], when you speakin' on my b*t*hes, ho
I can't put my b*t*h before my bro, 'cause my bro that's my bro
But my bro he gotta know, then he can't disrespect my ho
She ain't just no any ho, she some like my mind ho
Even though, she my side-b*t*h, I buy her Range Rover
Trench b*t*h, she don't give a f**k about rich b*t*h
And I keep my pistol in her purse, 'cause I can't risk it
Trench b*t*h, she don't wanna f**k, I ain't gon' kiss it
And she gave me all her n***as drugs, knowin' it's his sh*t
Trench b*t*h, she been gettin' money, she a trick, trick
And she get to swipin' with her friend, that's how they get sh*t
Trench b*t*h, she can't hold a secret, showin' my d**k pick
My skinny b*t*h had took it, so I sent it to my thick b*t*h
She might stand up to them pu**y n***as, but she go down for me
'Member days I did my work outside, she wouldn't vouch for me
She might cut her wrist off when she p*ssed off, 'fore she cancel me
I was on [?] with my d**k out 'fore I found the beat
Hard body flow, I might send my b*t*h to bless the streets
I know my lil' b*t*h in the hood, she still wish she was next to me
Said she loved in me for real, but she ended up textin' me
She got a new booty, sh*t ain't work, she wish the best for me
I got a new b*t*h, I like her for real, she like baguettes to me
She might slime you out, and she ain't worried 'bout no b*t*h textin' me
b*t*h, I'm from the south and you ain't got worry 'bout no n***a testin' me
Told my mama "Whenever I pass, make sure my b*t*h next to me"
