CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : My b*tch

Ay, my b*t*h so f**ked up
Who you texting?
b*t*h you out, like I won't go and f**k on your best friend
She would take the d**k, ain't no question
I'm a pretty n***a, she know I give out blessings, respect him

It's like, ay, my b*t*h so f**ked up
Staring her face on my momma is f**k blood
Just because we f**ked don't get it f**ked up
I'm in my back, hoe
Even if I trust another b*t*h I couldn't trust her
I'm in my back, hoe
And I don't care if you say I'm a as*h**e
Run it up, got the money to the mad hoe
If I f**k with you I would be all bad bro
I'm tryna bring the stash home

Ay, bad b*t*h, she can f**k 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 d**k, make me stupid, oh

My b*t*h so f**ked up
Who you texting?
We was down bad, I ain't mad that we're flexing
How the f**k is loyalty a question
If I give I expect it