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chris brown tyga - bitches كلمات الأغنية

(hook)
i don’t need no n-gg-s in my section
all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches ah
i don’t need no n-gg-s in my section
all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches ah

(verse)
higher than the moon, n-gg- what up?
i hear em woofin, a n-gg- need to shut up
fallin in the p-ssy, face down and the b-tt up
it ain’t sh-t to her, me i’m just a f-ck up
f-ck a hand shake n-gg- we ain’t brothers
on that west side , where they reppin fore they tell us
talk big sh-t cus my d-ck will make you stutter
all over yo face like it’s b-tter, nutter
right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down
nasty on the beat, b-tch give a n-gg- wipe down
go 24 inches, i’m long and i’m proud, my n-gg-s is smoking on that loud
b-tches try to front, i’mma blow they back out
i ain’t thinkin bout a n-gg- walk past you
b-tch stole my blunt and said she like my tattoos
i’m that dude, i slang wood, that bamboo
but when she drop it on the d-ck she a d-mn fool

(hook)
i don’t need no n-gg-s in my section
all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches ah
i don’t need no n-gg-s in my section
all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches ah

(bridge)
all these b-tches, i don’t wanna see no n-gg-s
all these b-tches, i don’t wanna see no n-gg-s
really really though, all these b-tches, i don’t want no n-gg-s
cus them real n-gg-s posted up, already with us

(verse)
yea, that’s a habit, in the club i do magic
f-ckin with these ratchets, no purses, they got baskets
it’s a handout, these b-tches high fienin, guess they addicts
and i aks em all you in like patrick
playin with the p-ssy like it’s mad and fire like the dragon
everyone say she like me then they all bang wagon
cheerleading -ss hoes but they pretty like a pageant
she say she let me cut, i got to stabbing (fo real tho)

(hook)
i don’t need no n-gg-s in my section
all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches ah
i don’t need no n-gg-s in my section
all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches ah

(verse)
audemar, big b-tch, big tipper
suppa club, 20 thousand for the liquor
see the b-tch i’m with? probably never get er
no cuppin bottles, them for broke n-gg-s
been the corner posted up with a dome giver
money flowin like wet p-ssy, that’s a long river
so you got yo b-tch on lock? i slim jim er
it’s that time of the month, f-ck timba
all my n-gg-s got a bottle with a blunt lit up
throw yo cup up, throw yo set up
high in this b-tch til the club lights lit up
leave wit er, big spender, a b-tch shut up
take illuminati all through yo body
she drill me a 12 gauge , shawty you feel me?
pull up in a ‘rari, the f-ckin’ life of the party
i’m getting hoes regardless, before this rap sh-t i’m honest

(hook)
i don’t need no n-gg-s in my section
all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches ah
i don’t need no n-gg-s in my section
all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches, all b-tches ah

- chris brown tyga

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